Jealousy

Yes. I am jealous. It’s a bad thing, but I’m only human. I’ve no real reason to be jealous. I mean, I went on that damn cruise! That’s like the ultimate in fan experiences! I saw all five guys on that boat. I hugged all five guys on that boat. I got my meet and greet and had my photo with Joey. I had my picture taken with Danny. I had my picture taken with Jonathan. I even got to go to a concert! (though I’m still kicking myself for ordering a drink and waiting before taking my seat. Sorry Jen)

So why am I jealous???

I’m on twitter. A lot. More than I probably should be. While it was surprisingly easy for me to “unplug” for the cruise, it was also surprisingly easy to “plug back in” now that I’m home. Every night of this Package Tour, I see the VIP pictures. The parade of women who get to go and interact with the guys. The ones who get all goofy when they have their Ultimate and it’s just the one woman and the guys. The clothes that leave me questioning the sanity of the woman wearing them. I’ve seen everything from too-short dresses that my seventeen year old niece would wear, to badly airbrushed drawings of the guys on hugely over-sized tees. Also, why would you want to wear heels to a concert? To me, that’s akin to wearing flip flops to an amusement park. I understand the whole wanting to look nice for the guys thing. I also get the whole wanting to show your NK love. However, I strongly believe there should be someone standing at the gates saying “is that REALLY how you want your picture taken with them???” or “Are you SURE you want to wear THAT?” and even “honey, you’re MUCH too old to be wearing THAT dress…”

Back on point, because the wardrobe choices of BH’s is NOT the topic of this post. What is, is the fact that I’m starting to see a pattern. Have you noticed it? Have you been looking close enough at the FANS and not just the guys??? Starting to see some familiar faces? I am!

There is nothing wrong with going to see NKOTB. There is nothing wrong with spending your money how you want to, so long as your adult obligations are met first. (i.e. bills paid, kids taken care of, food purchased, etc) I’m not here to tell you that you’re spending your money wrong. I’m also not here to tell you that you aren’t allowed to go to all the damn shows you want to see.

I’m jealous. Plain and simple. Due to my own familial obligations and financial situation, I am unable to attend any of the shows. The Mohegan Sun show was the day before my mom had cataract surgery, and I was her ride to and from the hospital. NKOTB are currently in my neck of the woods. I could have gone to the DC show, as there was a BH who was offering me a ticket free of charge. I could have gone to the Meadowlands (or whatever the hell it is right there) the other day. I could have gone to Philly no problem. Hell, I could even be in Brooklyn tonight! However, my youngest is still recovering from surgery and he comes first. I know he’s OK, and if I absolutely HAD to leave him for a few hours, he’d still be fine when I got home, but I can’t leave him. The procedure wasn’t even a week ago yet, so I’m not comfortable leaving him. We didn’t even go to church this morning because I didn’t want him running around the nursery and eating the crunchy snacks they offer to the kids. He isn’t healed up enough for that yet. And I don’t miss church often. You could say that I go religiously! HA!

On a serious note, how the hell can these women afford all these shows??? I’m not talking about $50 tickets here, $75 tickets there. I’m talking five star VIP every night! Ultimate meet and greets which are an additional $250 ON TOP of the $400 five star! I’m talking Total Package for multiple shows!!! At a thousand dollars a POP!!!!

I know a few people at the Brooklyn show tonight. They are awesomely amazing women that I talked to on twitter and then met on the boat. My cruise roomie is using her Golden Ticket from the game show (Group B) to attend the Brooklyn show tonight. (had it been me, I would have gone to Tacoma) I hope they have a fabulous time! But they were in Philly. And I think they were in East Rutherford. They may have even been in DC and Pittsburgh. I don’t know where their seats are, but I’m pretty sure they did five star at least twice. (could be wrong. The pictures could have been after party)

Which is another thing!!! After spending roughly $500 on concert tickets a night, people are then spending another $150 for an after party ticket??? Plus parking. Plus hotel, if you’re staying in one. Plus gas. GAS!!!! I don’t know about you, but it’s over $60 a shot for me to fill my beast of a mom-mobile. That’s a shit load of money!!!

As I said, spend your money how you want to. However, give others a chance! I was sitting here thinking about it after a friend tweeted that she was at the show tonight. I knew she’d been already and it got me wondering about the guys. Do you think they get to know the women who are always there? Do they recognize the same faces night after night? Do they get bored of the same women always asking for the same photos that they have a million times? I asked said friend, and another who is with her, how many shows they’d been to, and while one said she’d lost count, the other said that this was the last one until July…

…July is in two weeks. No sympathy. hahaha

I’m going to try and take my daughter to the Atlantic City show at the end of next month, but I’m not sure it’s going to happen. We’re planning a family get away for the beginning on August, so money might be a little tight then. So if (big if because they’re sold out and I haven’t seen what they have on stubhub) I can get tickets for my daughter and I, it will be drive out, see the show, drive home that night. No hotel, no after party, and especially no five star. Even if we didn’t have a thing in August, I don’t know if I could drop a thousand dollars for two concert tickets. Read as: look for me in the nosebleeds! HA!

I’m happy to have been on the boat. I’m going to try my hardest to be there next year too…if they do a cruise. (Hopefully if they do, they’ll skip Nassau) This summer, well, the end of this spring, has been terribly busy. By the time the guys come back this way, it will be getting busy again for me. The timing just isn’t right.

I’m jealous of those of you who are going to the show, no matter where you are sitting. You’re in the building while I’m sitting on my sofa, holding my three year old who is complaining that his throat hurts. I’m jealous of those of you who have four star. You’re in the good seats while I’m straining to hear my TV because I can’t have it too loud without waking up one of my children. I’m jealous of those with five star or five star plus. I’m especially jealous of those with the Total Package. Those of you with an Ultimate, you need to let me know when you’ll be there so I can DM you my phone number and you can call me while you’re in there and I can talk to the guys! HA!

If I don’t get to the Package Tour this summer, I’ll live. I didn’t do the CasiNo Tour. I didn’t see NKOTBSB. I didn’t go to Mixtape, and I won’t go to Mixtape this year either. (no excuse aside from little interest, since it’s only just over an hour from me and it’s a drive I’ve made a hundred times or more) I was on the boat and I know there are those who are jealous of me for that simple fact.

To those who get to do Meet and Greet’s with the guys, tell them I said hi!!! This busy mom doesn’t have the time nor money to do another Meet and Greet this year… Perhaps another cruise next May???

As a side note, I had a dream the other night that the guys opened a vintage cruise merch store on HMC… It was STRANGE!!!

Two Days

Two more days before I get on a plane. I’m not even going to get into how strange that is, how foreign it seems, how unlikely…

I had a dream last night, in the few hours I was asleep, that the members of my church choir were all working on our director’s mom’s house. (director is like 85 years old…just FYI) I was up on a porch roof when the whole thing gave way and I fell to the ground from twenty feet up. Then I was told the director had passed away and we all needed to go practice a song to sing at her funeral. When we got there, she was there to conduct us. It was strange.

My alarm went off at 6:30am to the tune of Miami by Will Smith. I snoozed it once. Second time it went off, I got up with it. My older son was still asleep, a rarity for this house. He’s usually the first one up but as soon as he heard me making coffee, he was there behind me asking for breakfast. Took my youngest to the dentist this morning for an 8am appointment. We left here at 7:30, the hospital he’s seen at is roughly 10 minutes away, we were STILL late!!! There was only one shuttle running and when we finally made it to the fifth floor, there was one receptionist and she was checking people in AND out! AND there was a line to check in… AND she took people to check out who budged in line!!! I was LIVID.

Had my spa appointment at 11am. Apparently I’m exceedingly cooperative during the waxing process. Can you believe that there are actually people who get waxed and STOP in the middle of the process to take a break? In the words of Danny Wood, what the flying fuck?!?! Why would you want to stop and then restart!? Just relax as best you can and get it over with as quickly as possible!!! Leg waxing really doesn’t hurt that much, and when compared to a bikini wax, it’s NOTHING! Besides, I was in there for less than a half hour and that included touch-ups and clean up. It is a small price to pay for being smooth.

Took my older son for his 7 year well check. He turned 7 in December, but the doc doesn’t care. She just likes to see kids once a year to be sure they’re growing fine. He’s growing perfectly, no problems, and after the appointment he and I went to Walmart to get a few things. Dinner tonight was sausage and pancakes… So much for cruise control. At this point, I really don’t think it matters too much. I’m done caring. How I look is how I look and I have no one to impress on that boat. Would I like to be thinner? Sure! Would I like to be more toned? Absolutely! Am I going to lose sleep over my squidgy belly? Hell no! I am who I am.

Wednesday is NOT a busy day for me. I’m taking my niece to get a new cell phone after she’s done with school. In fact, I’m picking her up FROM school! Then I’m making meatloaf and mashed potatoes for dinner… YUMMY!!! Then I have a Bicentennial Choir practice. We’re practicing with Touch of Brass, who will be playing on a few of our selections this year. I can’t wait to see how it sounds!

Thursday should be a restful day. I’m mostly packed, but I need to finish up my lists to ensure I’ve gotten everything I need for the trip. Then I’m going to unpack my suitcase and repack it properly, pulling out what I really don’t need and hopefully freeing up some more space. I’ve already pulled out a couple of things, but since I know we’re getting a gift bag and I’m hoping to get a cruise sweatshirt. No idea if I’m going to get anything else, but better to have too much room than not enough.

Friday morning I’m off! Two days.

Four Days

Four days… The countdown continues.

This morning, my oldest son woke me up at 7:23 to get him breakfast. On Mother’s Day… I told him to ask his father. I got up, started the coffee, fed the kids…in that order. Ha! Some things are important and coffee is definitely important to my happiness and well-being. We got around and went to church then Walmart, then home for lunch. I spent the afternoon folding laundry and watching Les Miserables, the movie version. When the only clothes left to put away were mine, I decided that there was no time like the present to pack.

Four days. That’s not too soon to pack, is it? I packed my theme outfits first. Then I added my bottoms. (read as: shorts) Tank tops and my shoes followed. My sundresses and coverups, bikini’s and undergarments followed. I shoved in my beach bag and OTC medications along with PJ’s. I still have my electronics to pack, chargers and the like…

The problem is that partially through the packing of my bad, my mouth started to get dry. My heart was racing a bit… Then I started seeing stars in my peripheral. Not too long after, my vision started tunneling and I had to sit down and take a LONG swig of water. As soon as I realized what it was, I got up and walked away from packing.

I hate dealing with anxiety. It really does suck. Not only does it take effect when I’m actively preparing for this trip, I’m so close to traveling that it’s affecting me when I even think about the trip! My stomach gets in knots, my mouth gets dry…I feel like I’m going to be sick. My dreams are also wreaking havoc on me; last night I dreamed I got to the port just as the ship was leaving. I was in the shower this morning and the mere thought of the cruise made me heave a little. Not the cruise itself, just the change to my routine.

I know that I’m forgetting to pack something. I don’t know what it is, but I just know I’m forgetting something. I’m so nervous about leaving something important behind and having to pay a huge amount of money to replace it in Miami. My stomach is a mess…but my sweatpants are clean! WOO! This means I can get changed and go to bed!!!

…and eventually I WILL print my cruise docs, and maybe even figure out what else I need to pack. Four days!!!

Six Days

My husband is currently on his way home from a work week out in Kansas City. This trip that he’s on now was originally supposed to be next week, but he told them that I was leaving, so they moved it up. Now he’s coming home and I can FINALLY start packing!!!

I was working on my door decoration today. Got most of the hard work finished and then I had to jump up. Apparently the markers were dry; they smeared. This is what I get for not just spending the damn money and getting Sharpies. I even looked at them at the store today and said to myself, “Self, you should buy these.” …but I didn’t. My daughter has markers, I thought. I can just use them! Well, I used them…and they don’t work. I’m off to Walmart again in the next day or so to get Sharpies… Lesson Learned.

My kids had me up at 6am this morning. My daughter had a field trip to Penns Caves today and she was SO excited that she got up and dressed at 5am. Then she woke up my older son at 5:30. I guess I should be grateful that they waited until six to come and bother me, but at the same time, my alarm was set for 7:15 and NOT six. Needless to say, my coffee couldn’t brew fast enough.

I had a dream last night that even though I’ve cleaned MOST of the house while hubby’s been gone, he yelled at me for not having all the laundry folded. The house was spotless, but the laundry was still in the baskets, clean but unfolded. He was pissed and he told me that unless I folded all the laundry, I couldn’t go on the cruise. So, I started with one basket…and it never ended. I stood in my bedroom for weeks folding laundry. It was a TERRIBLE dream, not because of the argument and not because of missing the cruise, but because I HATE folding laundry. More specifically, I HATE pairing socks. I was in hell in that dream. The socks just kept coming.

So, as of tomorrow morning, I can start packing. Do you think that’s too soon? I mean, I still have almost a week before I’m leaving. I COULD very well leave it for Thursday. Part of me thinks that I just need to leave it go for a few days, that if I pack too early, I’ll pack wrong. I don’t want to forget anything, I don’t want to pack too much, I want it to be perfect. I’m paranoid that I’ll leave something ultra important here at home.

That reminds me: I need to make copies of my passport…

I’m a mess. A week from now, I’ll be at my friends house. I think we might make banana bread. YUMMY!!! I’m super excited, and yet terribly scared. It’ll work out and I’ll be fine. The kids will be ok. The house will still be here when I get home. I’m still nervous…and I still haven’t printed my docs.

Seven Days

Seven days until I’m loading up my car and heading to Miami. Seven days (and fifteen hours from now) I’ll be getting on a plane. Seven days…

Not possible.

I deep cleaned the kitchen and dining rooms today. I started a deep clean on the living room. We keep the place picked up, but every now and then you need to get on your hands and knees and clean the shit out of your place. My arms ache from all the scrubbing, but the house is getting clean. You see, I hate going away and coming home to a dirty house. Granted, my husband will be here, but I’ll sleep better knowing that the shelves and drawers of the refrigerator were taken out and cleaned.

Tonight was the last choir practice until the fall for the choirs at my church. My kids sing this weekend for Mother’s Day and then they’re done until fall. The Sanctuary Choir still has about a month left, but our rehearsals are finished. Another milestone done. No more choir rehearsals until September. …well, except for my Bicentennial Choir. That keep going until June 9th. I’ll miss it; I always do. I love to sing and will keep doing so in my house, but it’s nice to have new music to learn and work on and perform. Oh well. I’ll live. Ha!

I have a migraine. It started earlier today and has only gotten worse. I suspect that this weekend might be just a touch hellish for me. Better this weekend than next weekend, though. While I hate dealing with these things, it’s nice to know I’m getting it over with now.

On the dream front, I dreamed last night that it was time to go to the meet and greet. They had up lined up in some very narrow halls with stark white walls and we weren’t allowed to talk. When it was time to go into the room, we were told to walk across without saying a word and to go where we were told. The guys were very standoffish, sitting in chairs and loudly complaining to each other about how boring these photo sessions were. I was placed next to Donnie, who refused to get up, and told that I was supposed to just sit on the floor by his feet for the picture. Apparently I didn’t follow directions well enough because before they even took a picture, Danny was yelling about where I was and I was kicked out. It was nuts…

Seven days. I’m not packed. I’ve still not printed my cruise docs. I started working on my door decorations, but when I went outside to get my kids off the bus, my youngest took a pen to my poster board. It’ll get done. I still have seven days.

My Weekend

I wish I could say that I had a fabulously amazing weekend. It was alright. The fact remains that the next week and a half are going to be NOTHING compared to Miami and the boat.

Saturday was the grocery store and hanging out around the house doing household things… I really don’t remember what else we did. Today (Sunday) was church and then home for lunch before hitting the local amusement park.

For the first time this year, I was on a roller coaster! WOO! My husband took our boys while my daughter and I went off on our own. The first thing she and I did was to ride the Twister. It was fun!!! Then we went on the Cosmotron, an indoor Himalaya ride with loud music and a light show. The song they played for our ride was Separate Ways by Journey and I was exceedingly pleased and proud to look over and see my daughter jamming out and singing along to every word! I was fine when we went on the Phoenix (roller coaster) as well as when we went on the Log Flume. I was NOT fine when she decided she wanted to go on the Paratroopers.

I used to LOVE rides. All rides. Any ride!!! High, low, spinning, swinging, you name it. When I was younger, my mom would go on the Paratrooper with me and while I’d me yelling and having a great time, she always looked a little green around the gills.

Now I understand why.

I hate to admit that I’m not as young as I used to be! This ride which you can see here starts out nice and level on the platform. Then it starts going around in a circle. THEN, while spinning, part of it goes up in the air. I did NOT feel good after that ride.

When I finally found my land legs again, my daughter and I met back up with the boys and we let the kids on a few more rides. Then it was the requisite train ride before heading back out to the parking lot, and the home.

We had a good time today, but man oh man am I tired!!! It was warm out and I was wearing jeans. Why, you ask? Well, I have an appointment in a week for a wax. If you’ve never waxed, it really is the best and worst thing you can do for yourself. It doesn’t hurt, at least not really. It pulls. There are only two or three places on my legs where it was “OW!” and then fine. And not even a loud ow… Just…well, anyway. It took about 45 minutes last time I had it done, so I’m expecting about the same this time. After the wax, I won’t have to shave my legs for about a month! That’s the good part. The bad part is that you have to let the hair grow for two weeks before you have the wax done…and I’m a shave every other day kinda girl in the warm weather. If would be one thing if this was the winter and I didn’t have to worry about it…

Anywho, I’m done talking about waxing. It’s going to be a busy week for me. I have a LOT to accomplish in the next 10 days before I can relax and start really panicking about this trip. Ha! It still doesn’t seem real to me that I’m going, but I’m pretty sure I’ve said all along that I’m not going to believe it until it’s happening. Even then I’m quite certain I’ll be constantly pinching myself.

It’s really happening, though, kids!!! Two weeks from now, we’ll be on the boat! Eleven days until I’m leaving on that plane. Twelve days until I’m sipping fruity drinks on the Lido deck!!! Time she is a’flyin!

Also, on the dream front, I’ve dreamed that this cruise was a ploy to kidnap us all and turn us into slave labor, and that we got to the port only to discover that Carnival Victory was actually the RMS Titanic. Yup… Strange dreams abound.

Before I Forget

I’m going to write this down and hope I remember the second one while I’m in the process of the first.

I had two VERY strange cruise-related dreams last night. I remember the first one, but as I was recounting the details to my husband a few minutes ago, the second dream escaped me. Don’t you hate that???

The first dream happened between when I first fell asleep and when my youngest crawled into my bed. Now, I have some cash set aside for spending money here in real life. It’s not much, only about $150, but it’s a start. In the dream, my father gave me a thousand dollars for the cruise and told me to have a good time! WOO! When I got to the boat and boarded, all I could remember having was the $150 I’ve been saving, so I gave that to the Carnival people for my onboard expenses. Well, EVERYTHING on that boat cost money and before long, I was almost broke. There was still a TON of time left on the cruise, so basically I ended up sitting in my room doing nothing because they were even charging to watch the TV’s! At the end of the cruise, I left, had to use a credit card to buy lunch (don’t ask why I didn’t use the card on the boat. No idea, it was a dream) and then when I was ready to get my car from the long term parking lot, I found the money dad gave me in my pocket. Needless to say, I woke up VERY upset.

The second dream had something to do with boarding the boat…and the segregation of the fans from the guys. I don’t remember much about it, but I remember that the only people who were allowed ANY access to the guys were the ones who were staying on their floor. Even if you had friends on that deck, you weren’t allowed to see them except at dinner, when the guys wouldn’t be there. There were walls put up, and the deck parties were reserved for people staying on the guys deck. You could watch via the TV in your cabin if you wanted to, but unless you were on the lucky level, you never got to see the guys.

So, here we go! A little over two weeks out and it would appear the strange dreams are starting up!!! Bring them on! I’m ready for them!!! Maybe this will help me work out my pre-cruise jitters. See you on the boat!

Crowds and Comedy

Humor can be found in anything. It might not always be appropriate, or seem that way, but it’s true. Take the flood that Flood Stories is based on. By all rights, this should be a VERY depressing topic. However, there are many points of levity in this show! But you can throw jokes until you’re blue in the face. If you don’t have the right audience, you may as well be talking to the wall.

Today was a day of opposites. I won’t get into the dream I had last night too much, but I will tell you that Jason Isaacs (one of my favorite actors) was working at an amusement park undercover while researching for a movie role. He and I met and then ended up at some movie and music award show where he introduced me to Michael Jackson and Donnie Wahlberg. There was A LOT more to it than that, but that’s the basics. So I started my day on a strange note, having woke up from that bizarre dream, and had a perfectly normal morning. Ate a nice breakfast, folded some laundry, and then had lunch. After that it was time to go to the theater.

The weather was gorgeous today! When I got out of my car to walk to the theater, I shed my coat and took my time walking. Actually, I had my windows down on the drive into town. The crowd for the matinee just sort of sat there and watched the show. They chucked a couple times, but there was no energy there. It was still beautiful between the shows.

The night performance was a complete opposite. Packed house. Lively crowd. There was a pulse in the house that we fed off. It was great!

Then the show ended and I went outside. It was COLD walking back to my car! I turned the heat on in my car! Now I’m home an exhausted…again. Sunday school and church tomorrow….or rather today, as I just realized it’s after midnight. Then home for lunch and to relax for a while before heading back to the theater. Doing this show is making me realize just how much I miss the stage. I was actually talking to someone between shows tonight about how to become more involved. We’ll see where it goes. In the mean time, week one of Flood Stories is almost over. One more week and another milestone will be gone!

And just FYI, ten weeks from right now, we’ll be partying on deck!!! WOO!!!

Not Again

I knew this was going to happen. The closer the cruise gets, the stranger the dreams are going to get! This one I blame on those stupid cruise reviews I was reading yesterday. Are you ready for THIS one???

I got to Miami in plenty of time for the cruise. My friend and I had fun the night before the cruise just watching movies and hanging out. When the time came to get on the boat, I went to the port and made my way aboard. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing amiss.

The ship was falling apart. There were stains on all the carpets, bathrooms didn’t work, two of the three pools had no water in them, and the hot tubs were turned off. It wasn’t enough to stop us, though, as we went about our partying without a hitch. When the time came to sail away, the ship never left the port. There was something wrong with propulsion and we had to sit in Miami. We were still in Miami the next day, but Lea Michele had come on board and she was going around telling everyone how amazing she is and how awesome and perfect her voice is.

I’m going to take an aside from my dream to say that I have nothing against Lea Michele. I don’t like her voice, but I don’t hate it either. She’s just average to me. I don’t watch Glee, but I did for a while (first two seasons) and whenever I see the actress, I think of the character. So I guess you could say that Rachel Berry was in my dream more so than Lea Michele. OK. Back to my dream.

We partied all of the second day while still sitting at the Port of Miami. Apparently the captain of the ship had missed his flight and was put on a different flight to Nassau, so we had to wait for him to get to Miami. Whatever. We still partied with The Block. The food was good, the music was great, but we were still in Miami. When we got up the NEXT morning (day three of the cruise) we were finally able to get out in open waters.

We were moving! The sky was blue, the water was perfect, but about three hours into the voyage, they came over the speakers and said that we needed to turn around and go back to Miami due to impending inclement weather at our ports of call. Three hours later, in dream time, we were back in Miami and getting off the boat early.

I have to say that these dreams are getting stranger and stranger by the week. I’m almost scared of what will come! As I said earlier, I was reading cruise reviews. One of the reviews was that the couple missed the boat and had to be flown to the next available port, which was actually two stops into the trip. Another review was that the ship was in port twelve hours after she was supposed to leave, and then was late to the first port of call, meaning they only had about two hours in their first port. Basically that meant that there was barely time to get off the boat.

As for the state of the ship, I’m going to level with you all. Victory is not a new ship. She is twelve years old! If you go on this trip and expect a sparkly clean, brand new, contemporary ship, you’re going to be let down. She is a little dated, but still relevant. She will show her age in a few ways, but if you let those little things ruin your trip… Well, don’t let some cheesy decor and stained grout ruin your trip. She’s a functioning ship and will serve us well.

Anywho, Oscars are over. Anne Hathaway won Best Supporting Actress, Jennifer Lawrence fell over her gown on her way to accept Best Actress, and Seth Macfarlane had the BEST line when he introduced Meryl Streep as a presenter. Google it if you didn’t see it. COMPLETELY HILARIOUS!!! I’m tired now, though I am happy to know that I can stay up after midnight despite my stretch of going to bed by 10pm. See you tomorrow! Hope your Monday is magnificent!

Here They Come Again

Back when I started this whole blog thing, I said that the closer it got to the cruise date, the stranger my dreams would become. I’ve had a few odd dreams this far that were New Kids on the Block or cruise related, but the one last night… Man oh man!!! It really took the cake!!!

The dream started with me going to Miami. I don’t remember getting there, but I was in Miami, getting on the boat. In the dream, I knew that I’d been at the port for HOURS just waiting to get on the boat, and the friend who’s place I am supposed to be staying at was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t until I was on the boat and we were pulling away that I saw her in the crowd and we yelled “hey!” to each other. The boat left the port and had to turn around before it could start out to open waters. I watch the webcam from Port of Miami, so I know that the ships do this and it filtered into my dream. Well, when the boat went to turn around, it bumped into a wall and used that to aid in the process. Once we were turned around, the ship went down what I can only describe as a river before getting to the ocean.

Now this is where it starts to get REALLY weird. My husband was on the boat with me, but we weren’t sharing a cabin. I was still doing the match program, and instead of two people in each room, there were three of us. No big deal, but this meant that one of us had to sleep on a sofa because there were only two beds. I pulled out my suitcase and got out my decorations for the door. Neither of the other girls cared about the door, and neither brought anything, so I knew it was to me to decorate. The problem is that one of the girls took my decorations and a pair of scissors and started cutting things up to put on the door!!!

I already know how I want to decorate the door to my cabin. I’m REALLY hoping that I will be able to discuss this with my roommate before sailing, but we shall see. Either way, I will come prepared to decorate. And no, I’m not going to tell you what my plan is. Just know that seeing scissors around my items was NOT a good feeling.

Jordan and Jon were walking the hall and saw our door, so they came into the room. As they were saying hi, the other two girls did everything in their power to ensure that the Knight brothers didn’t notice me. In fact, they left the room with my roomies in tow, leaving behind a notebook full of set lists and choreography. So I spent the rest of the cruise trying to track them down to return the book, but they avoided me, hiding behind fans and bodyguards, diving into rooms when they saw me coming…

Half Moon Cay was a terribly, tiny beach that was more stone than sand. Nassau was run down and the beach was covered in trash. I don’t remember going to any NKOTB-themed events, but I left the cruise absolutely hating New Kids on the Block and I never saw any you.

Strange, huh? According to my countdown, I’m leaving home in ninety days for my flight to Miami. Ninety days. How is that possible? Just over three months and we’ll be sailing! Here’s hoping that Half Moon Cay is everything the pictures make it out to be, and that Nassau is beautiful as well!