FINE!

Since Dylan thinks he can humiliate me in front of my billions of fans, I'll just go ahead and post some about our cruise. There are two things you need to know:

#1. It was absolutely awesome.

Okay, so there's only that one thing.

Thar she be, the beautiful Navigator of the Seas, on which we did the following:

Watched Chad annihilate buffalo and other big game. Dylan thought it was hilarious.
I'm even sad about virtual hunting. Those poor digital animals.
Found that I excel at rock climbing.
Choreographed dances for the drunks.

Had a golf-off after Chad and I tied. Who won that, again?

Dylan was too busy falling over with laughter from Amber's mini golf "technique", which was chasing the ball around and whacking at it like a hunk of Chad's trophy buffalo.Ice capade. Dylan is wearing the safety gear for comedy purposes. He's actually quite skilled on the ice. I am wearing the protective gear in order to not die.
Trickery. Our table mate, Dwight, called for a celebration of our new-found friendship. He hailed the waitress, who brought us each a shot glass of some "wicked strong" rum. After thanking him for the gesture, and telling him we didn't drink, he decided he had better drink them all himself. After three shots, I was worried about him. "Should he be drinking this much?" I asked his fiance. She whispered to me that it was only water. Naturally, I picked up my glass, declared "You're only in Jamaica once!" and downed my shot glass.
Dylan's mouth dropped. Amber's eyes grew wide. Chad gasped. I laughed so hard I almost fell into my plate. Dylan grabbed my head and stuttered, "We should get her back to the room!" Amber calculated: "Okay, Leah has never had alcohol, she's 100 lbs. and some change, she's going to get alcohol poisoning and die." They were pretty panicked and it was hilarious.


Off the ship we explored a little of Jamaica, climbing Dunn's Falls, which keeps going and going and going. It was amazing. We rafted the white river, stopping to do flips into the shallow water every now and then. On Grand Cayman Island, we swam with sting rays (which suck on you like you're made of Jell-o), walked the beaches, almost died from INSANE driving, and got nicely burnt.