Tropical Storms

Last cruise was heavily inspired by Tropical Storm Fay. The storm was on the east coast of Florida, but threw enough weather to close down one of the ports. Specifically, Port Canaveral. This means the passengers couldn’t take their kids to Disney World or Universal or any of those places, and the crew couldn’t go to the mall. Our cast felt very dramatic about it, because we couldn’t shop, or get haircuts, or sit in the internet café. There was a lot of “I’m really pissed about Port Canaveral” on our part. This means the passengers went from a 2 sea day, 3 port day cruise, to a 3 sea day, 2 port day cruise.

On the way back to New York, we hit the remnants of the storm. Which was going to be, according to the cruise director, “the worst storm in the past year.” Which we were NOT to tell the passengers. Which means there were vomit bags by the elevator, and between chairs and anywhere strategic. We did our incredibly dirty improv show sliding all over the stage. My roommate couldn’t sleep to the point that she found herself sleep walking and talking to the bathroom door. At the end of the cruise, someone pulled aside said roommate and said “oh thank you so much, you were the highlight on just a horrible cruise.”


Someone has a fluorescent pink luggage tag that says “You’d look bad in these clothes.” A teenaged New Jersey gentleman walked by and said “did you see this? You’d look bad in these clothes. Now, that’s funny.” And then lost his mind laughing.

Also, the way they have taught the restaurant staff to sing “happy birthday” begins with the last line and then circles back on itself. So like: “Haaappy Birrrthdaaay tooooo yooooou. Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you” etc. Delight.