I stared at him for a moment trying to figure out if he’s being serious. “Yes,” I confirmed. He waited for a more specific answer, so I gave in.
“Laughing My Ass Off.” I told him.
“Oh,” he chuckled. “So it’s kind of an extension of Laughing Out Loud?”
That’s when I knew this was going to be an interesting vacation.
We arrived and went through the check-in process fairly quickly. Then it was time to strut my stuff and eat all I could.
The days and nights of being with the hub-a-lub 24/7 were NOT taken for granted. I’m talking no interruptions, made our own schedule, did whatever the heck we wanted with no worries in the back of our minds kind of FUN. Trust me, I did not take that for granted for one second.
We shopped, we talked, we ate, slept, then later we danced and ate some more. And this wasn’t just any food. I’m talking four to five course meal ranging from the most delicious steak you’d ever sink your teeth into, to the most delicate and delightful lobster tail you’d ever taste. Oh, and don’t forget the chocolate melting cake for dessert… My FAVORITE!
We did go to the gym… Ok I only went once, it was dreadful. But I did play dodgeball with the boys! Our team barely lost the matches 3-4.
Sunday, the second night was the Night of Elegance. I loved getting dressed to the nine and showing off my hunk. We stood out because we were so young compared to most of the other couples (no joke, I think the average age on this ship was 50), and we… Well, we stand out.
The first few days I didn’t have an ounce of envy for the families I saw scrambling around. I saw kids running rampid, stress on mothers’ faces. Things I can happily wait years to deal with.
But around the third night my attitude began to change. I scanned through the pictures from the few days before and stopped at this one. A picture we took during sunset on the Night of Elegance. “I look like a grown woman.” I thought aloud. I feel and am very young but I was surprised at my happiness in the fact that I’m beginning to look as mature as I sometimes feel. Maybe it was the shadows, or the dress I was wearing. Or perhaps it was the handsome man I was posing with. Whatever it was, it made this the first picture I’ve seen of myself where I feel as if I look like I could be a mom.