Inspirations from cheese in a can. joey, kelly and danny.

ah, our cruise to the bahamas. it was, i think, too short. for a year and a half, we hadn’t so much as spent a night alone together, so there were some expectations. we were to be WILD! CAREFREE! CHILDLESS! we were not going to pass out immediately after dinner, as we had every night on our honeymoon cruise. but mostly we did. before we even got on the ship, though, we pulled through a long john silver’s and ordered: one piece of chicken, one piece of fish. we could have added a piece of fish for free; we didn’t. one chicken, one fish. i hadn’t had what i call a ‘fish donut’ in three years, by my count. it was vacation, joey was threatening a hunger breakdown, and we saw a ljs/taco bell combo. it was time. i loved every second of eating my fish donut, and regretted it the rest of the afternoon. i’m good for another three years.

after we boarded the carnival sensation, which HAD TO HAVE been built in the seventies, we wasted no time finding ourselves a large drink with an umbrella in it. here we are with those obligatory splendors. actually, they aren’t pictured because nobody’s arm was long enough. but they were there.

and later, to celebrate our WILD! CAREFREE! and CHILDLESS! state, we enjoyed our signature champagne, in its canned form, of course. i think these are precious, and i’m thinking now about the next time that canned champagne is really the best option so i can get some more. ah, hell, i think the fact that it’s thursday is reason enough, don’t you?

i hereby tag joey with the task of providing you with bahamas2008.2.2.