I started the day with a hangover, and ended it with copious amounts of booze. The hotel in Ft. Lauderdale, The Hyatt Pier 66, was probably the nicest I've ever slept in. Designed in the 60s by Brady's Grandfather, it looked like a stack of dominoes that had been twisted from top to bottom (That's actually how he got the idea). After a quick trip to the Oasis Cafe for a grilled chicken burrito and a handful of taxi's, we were off to Miami to set sail aboard the Carnival Destiny (that's the name of the boat). Upon arrival we were told we needed passports or birth certificates to verify we were American citizens. Or something. Surprisingly, we did not have those things on hand. One day into the trip and we almost fucked it all. Luckily, fax machines were invented for such purposes, and we made it. We got on the boat, found our cabin, and immediately started pounding... various alcohols. I was shit-face wasted by 7 p.m. eastern time.
Mingling on a Rick Springfield cruise is pretty easy, bee tee dub. It seemed past a certain time everyone is drinking and eager to talk to other people that are drinking. We met some pretty interesting people from all over the world. Minnesota, Canada, the Philippines, Lithuania, Serbia, Mexico, Turkey. And soon I will have met Jamaicans. And hopefully smoke their dope.
I'm not quite sure how drunk I officially "was", but a good sign was waking up in the cabin at 3:30 a.m. still unbelievably drunk and even more confused. I don't know how we managed to get back to the cabin, but we didn't make it unscathed. Brady's leg, for some reason, looks as if someone put out a cigar on it and his face, somehow, got covered in ketchup. Really, the only disappointment was how many people aren't walking around the ship at 4 in the morning. Oh, and the lack of awesome drugs. Sure booze is fun and all, but sometimes situations such as Rick Springfield & Friends Cruise 2011 would be better accompanied with strong psychedelics. Oh well...
Here are some pictures...
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