THAT SHIP CRAY.
Observations from my first cruise: a week aboard the Carnival Valor. (Or the Carnivalor — total missed opportunity.)
The people aboard the Valor were a motley crew – honeymooners, big families, lifetime cruisers, chain-smoking geriatrics, and then – us! Oh, and tons of good-looking, single, thirtysomething men – HAHAHA, just kidding. (Apparently those bros stick to land.) There were all types of passengers who spent their time in different ways – those who stood all day in the buffet line, those who got up early for 6-hour excursions on that day’s beautiful island, those who sat at the pool baking in the sun for hours, those who participated in all of the ship’s riveting seminars, those who probably hadn’t seen their kids in 12 hours, those who bought the all-you-can-drink package, and then – us! We did a little bit of everything, really, but I’d say most of our time was spent doing whatever was most relaxing – reading, people watching, drinking, soaking in the scenery, dipping in and out of the salt-water pool and eating fro-yo for breakfast. Many of the cruisers lined up at night to prom-pose in front of beach backgrounds (despite landing on a gorgeous shore every morning) and sat for hours at the “Claw Machine” in the casino hoping to scrape up $100 bills with a janky claw and wore whatever-the-shit they felt good in. Truly a fascinating mix of people – most of the characters we met were incredibly warm and fun and friendly, except the lady from Sweden who went a little overboard (because I threw her in the Caribbean) by telling me all the reasons she didn’t like the company I work for. Also, you could watch Kathy Lee and Hoda every morning on a million-foot screen, so that was neat. And the deck was huge.
When We Were Young and Unafraid at The Manhattan Theatre Club.
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