My “You’re Moving to Japan in a Week” SURPRISE PARTAY!

 

They sooo got me! My tricky family. It was a few days before the end of our trip in Wisconsin and my dad asked me if I wanted to go see a movie. I said sure and he told me he wanted to see “Moonrise Kingdom”. I had never even heard of that movie? But I agreed none the less. Well everyone was giving us a hard time about it saying why wasn’t I invited and all that jazz. I actually started feeling bad and I was like should they come dad? He said no, just he and I were going. On the day of the movie, our plans were to go out, see the movie, and then come back and go to a fish fry with everybody. (One of my mom’s most favorite things to eat). Dad told me we were leaving early for the movie, so we headed out and off we were.

To be completely honest with you, the movie was horrible. Ugh. I will never be seeing that movie again. I was waiting and waiting for something spectacular to happen with it but it just never did. I think my dad felt the same way too. On the way back he told me to call my sister and let her know we were just down the road by the Pick N’ Save and we would be picking them up in just a few minutes. I called her and told her that and then a few minutes later we pulled into the driveway.

At this point I should have noticed all of the extra cars in the driveway but what I immediately noticed was that my cousin’s boyfriends truck was parked in front of the mailbox center. He always gets yelled at about that so I jumped out of the car and ran up the walkway to go and tell him that he was parked in the wrong spot before my Aunt saw. He drew my attention just enough that I didn’t even notice everyone else’s cars.

When I walked into the house no one was around and I started screaming everybody’s name. Where were they?! Then I saw a couple of shadows out on the back deck. My uncle is quite the goofster so this didn’t faze me any. They were hiding out there waiting for me to come find them for the fish fry. I opened up the back door and walked outside and they all screamed “SURPRISE!” My first thought was “What? Does this mean we aren’t going to the fish fry?” They caught the whole thing on video. It looked ridiculous when I saw it later. And so the party ensued.

My aunt had made all Japanese food (and picked up some sushi at the market) and they were all wearing japanese hats she had gotten on E-bay.  They even decorated with dragons and lanterns. It was a great night! I love my family!

All of the women, doing what we do best. Being Awesome.

A small group of us.

Where are all of the fellas? I guess they didn’t make these shots.

My cousin doing what she does best.

Eating!

There was a lot of laughing this night.

And Dancing around.

Posin.

My sister getting up close and personal.

Yummm, Fried rice, egg rolls, sushi, orange chicken, and drinks**

Everybody loves food!

Best part of the party. An Insert Face here Sumo wrestler.

Cheesin.

And this is why my family is so awesome, because they always pull through. This was definitely a night to remember and it was EXACTLY what I needed right before  the end of my leave and before my new journey was about to begin.

I can’t wait!

Fair Winds and Following Seas. The Journey Begins Anew. Today.

Saying Goodbye to the Girls… We had a great time and I’m so happy to have met them 🙂

Wow. Japan. I can’t believe I’m moving to Japan. Once the deployment was finished things started moving in a whirl, I could barely keep up. I felt like things were just happening and I was almost two steps behind playing catch up.

I flew to Wisconsin for Christmas leave right when I got back and it was great. After returning back to Norfolk it was time to get serious. I was moved to the engineering department to get some experience because I was going to my next ship to be the Auxiliaries Officer and I needed to get as much training as I could before going, so I wouldn’t get eaten alive.

Unfortunately that move did stop my smooth transition out of my first tour and set me up for 10-12 hour days and stressful nights. I almost reached my breaking point during this time. I had never come so close before. Not in the beginning, not during the deployment, but the burden of helping run that department almost did me in. As bad as I thought it was, I can’t believe how prepared I became in just a few short months for my second tour.

And what happened two weeks before I left?! WE WON THE ASW BLOODHOUND AWARD FOR THE SECOND YEAR IN A ROW. It was the perfect ending. I had been very involved with the first award but winning it for a second year in a row was the best feeling because I knew that I was an important contributor this time. It was very satisfying. Senior wrote the award for the second year so I can’t take full credit for that but it was a great feeling knowing that my division and I had proven ourselves for the second time in a row!

My Goodbye’s to the destroyer were long awaited, but I was saddened. I had made so many friends and it was hard saying goodbye, but there is always an end that leads into a new beginning. And as the summer began I embarked on my new journey. It was time to head to Newport Rhode Island for Advanced Diesel school. Goodbye for now Norfolk, catch you on the flip side.

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Disclaimer: All of the pictures in the slideshow were taken by a photographer on board my ship [MC2 Curtis]. I did not take these pictures and they are not mine.

Deployment Chronicles–> Article 30 “Coming Home.”

Our trek back across the ocean was not very eventful but it was full of little exercises with the ships we were transiting with. The seas were rough but that’s what you can expect in the late fall season entering winter months. We managed to avoid all of the storms and stay on the good news side of things. I did need to take a few motion sickness pills but nothing too serious.

Once we transited the Atlantic we came sailing into Mayport FL, the whole strike group included… even the carrier. While here we embarked different individuals for what was called a “Tiger Cruise”. I’m still not really sure how the Tiger Cruise got its name but it basically is where you embark friends and family (no wives or girlfriends allowed) and they are able to sail back with you on the ship and the ship does a whole bunch of things that show everyone a little bit about the Navy. My dad sailed back from Newport RI a year before, and this time I invited my best friend from college M to join us for the deployment reunion. She of course wanted to finally see what I do for a living, and she was very excited to come back with us and see.

We had a grand time. They held all kinds of events with the strike group, we even did a full power run against all of the other ships to see who was fastest or realistically who was the least broke. haha. Fighter jets performed an air show from the carrier and we conducted an UNREP for everyone to see what that is like as well. It was really a lot of fun.

THE NIGHT BEFORE WE PULLED IN:

The night before we pulled in we did have a channel fever night, (although I don’t think it is anything like the English Channel fever the British do), but none the less there were events leading into the night and most importantly a very serious game of BINGO. J had, like always, bought $$150 in bingo tickets and so he definitely needed help for his last chance to win. I was really pulling for him this time since we had about 6 bingo games throughout the deployment and he had seriously paid no less than $100 on tickets per game and didn’t win one thing.

We were sitting on the mess decks and the big game was about to come up for a 46 inch TV and I was playing 6 of his cards when the captain tapped me on the shoulder. He said, “I just found out where you are going, do you want to know?”

I instantly became very nervous because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know or not so I told him I would come up to his cabin to find out once the game was done. I was nervously looking at M and I told her I wanted her to come with me. She said she would.

After the game we walked up to the Captain’s cabin and the Executive Officer (XO) was in talking to him. I looked at them both expectantly because I knew that the XO knew too. The captain said, “You wanted to go to Japan didn’t you?”

I hesitantly said, “yes”.

He said, “Well you’re going to Sasebo, to an LSD (Amphibious landing ship dock)

I just stared back at him not even realizing I had been holding my breath. I was very torn. I had wanted Japan very much, but then when I got it, it became very overwhelming all at once too.

He told me about my next ship, one that I had never heard of, he told me I’d probably get my orders in the next few months, and then he said I could digest all of that and come back and talk to him later with more of my questions.

M and I walked out of there and I immediately went into freak out mode for the next 20 minutes. Japan, Japan, JAPAN! I’m moving to Japan for almost two years. I’m going to be living and communicating (or not communicating since I know not one Japanese word) in Japan for the next two years. Wow. That was just something to take in.

COMING HOME:

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Needless to say I didn’t sleep very much the night before the end of my first and the ship’s first 7 month deployment. When we pulled in everything was a whirl. I felt like my life was on fast forward and I was watching everything happen but outside of myself. When we pulled into the pier I saw my dad’s worn WVU hat that I had given last Christmas bobbing in the crowd. My mom was waving frantically beside him. They were looking for me, but were unable to find me.

The brow was thrown across and the first group of people came on board. It was a very crisp, cool, winter day to finally be back home.

When I was finally able to get off the ship, I ran to greet my parents with M in tow and after we had made a greetings I broke the news to them about my next tour. My mom started crying, I should have guessed. She was just seeing me and I would be leaving again soon to live overseas. It was overwhelming for her too. We laughed a lot and I told them about some of the deployment and introduced them to the new officers. I don’t think my day calmed down at all until that night when I finally got to sleep in my own bed again, after so long.

Coming back to the house to see everyone was great! My roommates were all there. The house was packed that night since we had my four boy roommates, me, M, and all of our family members. It was a very sarcastic night as well, since we had not been able to make fun of each other for so long aside from the emails.

The experience of a “Coming Home” is not one I will easily forget and nor do I take for granted all of the little things that mean so much. It was a great day to be A’mericin.

Deployment Chronicles–> Article 29 “ROME<3"

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Rome Rome Rome! Soo excited! Once we were peirside they promised maximized liberty and my liberty group booked 2 rooms at a five-star hotel called Sofitiel, which was right next to the Spanish Steps and the Fountana Di Trevi (Yes this is the fountain you throw a coin in for the first time you visit Rome, the second time for love, etc.) ROME is Gorgeous!!! We packed our stuff and got our ball room attire clothes ready for that evenings events and impatiently awaited for our liberty call to be put down. It did not come as early as expected (This is very typical),  but we were excited none the less and made a beeline for the train station which was actually right by where the ship was. We caught a train into Rome and took a taxi to our hotel. It was mesmerizing. I have big plans for when I visit Rome again, which I absolutely will, it was by far the best port. There’s so MANY MANY things to see and do.

We arrived at the hotel and immediately we bought a round of drinks to be sent to our rooms while we were getting ready. H and I were in a room together and we got all doled up for the wardroom event they were holding. We both had fancy dresses and high heels, it felt very good to be a girl again. We then took a taxi to the restaurant but the problem was the taxi driver didn’t understand us and he ended up dropping us off right at the Coliseum!

We were walking around the coliseum looking at Roman ruins at night, beautified, staying at an extremely ritzy hotel in downtown Rome, it was so surreal! It was one of the best times of my life. We unfortunately did get lost and we ended up walking around for quite some time looking for the restaurant (high heels on cobblestone streets = very bad idea), but eventually after some confusion and a lot of hand motions (translations between Italian and English) we did get pointed in the right direction and we found the restaurant. We arrived extremely fashionably late which is our style and started playing catch up since everyone was already on course 3 of a 4 course meal. We starting drinking the wine that comes with each course immediately and ate the food which was quite delicious.

Afterwards we walked back up the street to the café that we got directions from, which was located directly across from the coliseum and we drank some drinks and smoked cigars and it was glorious. We were right there beside the coliseum! Dieter, one of the pilots, took a picture of me smoking a cigar with the coliseum in the background!

 

 

Quite a while passed and we were deciding if we should head back to the hotel because it was late, when fireworks started out of nowhere right above the coliseum. I have no idea what the occasion was, but we stayed and watched them till the end. I threw in a few Oooo’s and Ahhhhh’s for old times sake (My dad used to do that every time we saw fireworks when I was growing up).   When we got back to the hotel we went straight to the seventh floor and continued our party a little longer out on a terrace above Rome and it was just a fantastic evening and such a beautiful night.

The next morning, we went to brunch and started off with a few mimosa’s to help with the headache and then we got showers, packed our bags, and went back up to the terrace from the night before to get some pictures overlooking the city. I just love the old style shutters on all the windows and how everything is made around rock formations. We had much to do, so afterwards we asked the hotel to check our bags for us since we had checked out of the hotel and we headed out for the day.

We walked to the spanish steps which are gorgeous and we shopped around that area for the better part of the day checking out all of the BIG TIME stores like Gucci, Burberry, etc.. 🙂 We stopped for a light lunch and then ventured farther out where we ended up at a café buying more bottles of wine and enjoying appetizers right in front of this huge museum.

I unfortunately did not get to go to the Vatican because most of my liberty group had already been there, but I saw it and it was breath-taking to say the least. Many people from the ship went on tours there and one of the officer’s knows a guy that lives and does research at the Vatican so he was able to get a much more in-depth tour then you would normally receive. I thought there were tons of historical things to see in London, but Rome tops that times 10. There’s SO SO SO many things to see. It’s all on my list when I go back. I can’t wait!

By the time we got back to the hotel to pick up our stuff, it was getting pretty late so we had to go eat dinner, which was delicious, I mean it is Rome, and then we caught the train back to the ship. For duty the next day I got to go out for shore patrol and I bought 3 bottles of Italian wine and Lemon Cello which is this alcohol you drink when its cold and you can put it on things such as ice cream. The captain told me about it.

We stopped for a few hours of wi-fi and stayed in Civeteveechia, eating some very good homeaid pizza for dinner. That closes out my first Rome trip. We were underway the very next morning, transited the straits of Bonefacio which are located to the North of Italy and we are now out in open ocean coming across the Atlantic.

We will be pulling into Mayport FL in a few days where I will be meeting M, whom is sailing back to Norfolk with us, and that should be a very good time, there’s a few big events in store such as an air show by the carrier. I am SOO happy to be back to reality soon! It’s very exciting.

Deployment Chronicles–> Article 28 “I got Promoted!”

And the thunder rolls… That’s how I can explain the last few days out at sea. It has been quite the journey and very miserable indeed. We are rocking all over the place. Thank the lord I took my motion sickness pills as soon as we got word of the rough seas. The past few times I’ve walked by the galley, we’ve taken a pretty big roll and all I can hear behind the door is “Crash Crash Bang Bang Mutter Mutter”! In the wardroom the main table is bolted to the deck but the side table is not and at lunch I was sitting at the side table. We had to have our hands on our plates, cups, and utensils all at once. Well, We took this huge roll and I caught my plate and jumped up just in time for the table to roll forward. Another girl was not so lucky and she was just two inches from a pie in the lap. Luckily one of the guys grabbed it right before it slid off of the table onto her. I gave up at that point and retreated to my room and ate a granola bar for lunch and drank water from a bottle with a safety lid.

Taking huge rolls off the beam (side) of the ship.

Stern View.

Normal View Outside.

Not Normal. Only seeing Water.

Our clothes flying around as the ship was rocking.

That night I went to bed early because there was nothing else to do and I spent the whole night in my rack sliding and hitting my head on the metal in front of my pillow and then rolling back and smashing my feet into the other end. I took so much medicine before going to bed, I could barely keep my eyes open I was so drowsy. The rolls are not what makes me sick, it’s the pitch that is just awful. We were pitching so hard that the front part of the ship right on the keel shudders back and forth in the water because the whole front of the ship will pop out of the water and then slam back down into it, and you could hear the banging all the way up in my stateroom. Ugh. No one ever said crossing the Atlantic ocean in the middle of December was a good idea, so now we must all suffer. I didn’t eat anything yesterday for fear I wouldn’t be able to keep it down.

The next morning was the day before pulling into ROME and I was the Officer of the Deck for the transit through the Strait of Messina. The Strait of Messina is this very small channel in between the tip of the boot of Italy and the island of Cicely. We had an exact course and an exact time to make it to the Straits and the course we were on was not alleviating any of the horrible rolling. I was up in the pilot house holding on to this metal rope that surrounds the whole place and we were taking rolls up to 26 degrees as we headed for land. I was walking from bridge wing to bridge wing and the water was just unrelenting. Sometimes I thought I was going to be able to touch the water from the bridge wing as we were rocking although that is a very unrealistic. If I could skim the water with the tips of my fingers from the bridge wing, the ship probably wouldn’t be righting itself again.

I had taken an apple to the bridge as my snack and had set in on the window seal. BIG Mistake. The captain had just come to the bridge and was sitting in his chair when this apple just went whizzing on by and rolled down in the corner by his feet. I watched that happen and just mentally slapped myself in the head for being so stupid. And then as the ship rolled the other way that apple just went flying with it and I looked over at the captain and knew I better get that apple and place it out of the way real quick. For 3 hours I had watch like that and it was exciting and stressful at the same time.

As we entered the small Strait the water calmed and even stilled and it was like the rainbow after the storm. The rough seas abated because we were finally secured between two pieces of land and I was relieved. Another qualified Officer of the Deck came to relieve me so I could be promoted and all of the girl officers came, which was quite awesome. Now to give you an idea of how closely nestled between land the straits are, I could walk tot he bridge wing on one side and see people on the beaches of Sicily and then I could walk to the bridge wing on the other side and see people on the beaches of Italy at the tip of the boot. It was very close indeed.

Sicily (Left).

Italy (Right). Tip of the boot.

Everyone knows that transiting these small little areas in the world are a huge navigational hazard I was very shocked that he had chosen to promote me during the transit. A lot of bad things on other ships have happened from doing that. We went to the starboard (right) bridge wing which was closest to the tip of the boot of Italy and they passed the word that I was going to be promoted. A small group of people showed up since mostly everyone had a watch station for the transit and there wasn’t very much room on the bridge and as soon as we were out there, the Captain told me to raise my right hand and repeat the oath of office after him.

One of my favorite Pictures!

Yay!

He never takes normal pictures… but O well. haha.

The Captain pinned me and then we took all kinds of pictures. Once through the straits I took the deck back and I headed us toward Civeetavechia which was the port in Italy we pulled into (which is one hour outside of Rome).  We pulled in early the next morning.

Deployment Chronicles–> Article 27 “Idea Gone Bad”

Airboss is gone 😦 We had his farewell yesterday. He went to the carrier for the rest of the deployment and we sure are going to miss him. On his last flight aboard the ship, he logged his 2,000th mile and in celebration we hosed him down and antiqued (poured flour all over) him!

The plan itself backfired a little bit because he was sitting on the starboard (right) side of the helo and when he got out of the helo he backed up and I couldn’t get around to throw the flour in his face. Instead I had to climb under the tail of the helo because of the restrictions on the flight deck with the nets down and when I threw the flour at him, the wind blew half of it back on me.

 

Flower Coming Your Way!

Now for the Water.

Now its My Turn. This Flower is just about to blow back on the both of us. haha.

 

 

There’s the rest of the air crew getting him good with flower and water. I was so happy they let me join in on the festivities since technically I’m not actually part of the air crew.

This is the aftermath. As you can see it didn’t go very well in my favor but I would say at least 1/4 of the flour did land on Airboss.

And that’s the finished product with Airboss. I love this pictures. haha.

The British officer that was onboard with us for a few days saw me afterwards and he was laughing so hard. He said, “What happened.” And when I told him he said, “Bloody hell, that’s a typical school girl mistake.” hahaha.

In case you are wandering the British ships serve alcohol onboard, so you can drink every night and on the weekends unlimited. All I have to say to that is “It’s Bollocks!”

On the night before they pull back into England they have a “Channel Party” in which they transit the English Channel and proceed to get completely sloshed. He said on his last ship when they were going up the channel and from the stories he was telling it seems like a pretty good time. I don’t want to get him in trouble otherwise I would tell you, but just know that drunken fun at the end of a deployment = crazy times! I was very educated on British formalities. This launched an entire conversation about the dutch because apparently on dutch warships everything is co-ed, even the bathrooms! I’ll save that for another day.

I’ve got to go. I get promoted to LTJG (Liutenant Junior Grade) tomomorrow on our transit through the Suez Canal, so that should be interesting. The captain says he has something big in store. Standby for that. I’m moving from gold bars to silver. Woot Woot!

Deployment Chronicles–> Article 26 “SALALAH OMAN”

 

Salalah, Oman. The View.

Talking about the terrain.

Blow Hole

At the Water’s Edge

And this is two of the Pilot’s Dieter and Tink who went on the tours and who I stole all of the pictures above from. 😉

We just finished a two day trip in Salalah Oman and it has been by far the worst port visit thus far. AND here’s why… While we were in Bahrain last time, there was a drinking incident and long story short that got us all in trouble, therefore, while we are in the 5th fleet (Suez Canal up to the Persian Gulf) drinking has been banned for EVERYONE except for designated establishments or beer on the pier, none of which were available in Salalah Oman. The pier we pulled into was a sorry excuse for land I’ll tell you that. It was a rickety plank of wood with no railings that wasn’t even as long as our ship. It was a concern immediately when we pulled in because of what bad shape it was in.

& the rain came down. I have not seen rain since I left England back in May. It has been a hot desert wasteland with no reprieve, but on the morning of us pulling into Oman, you could see the sheets of rain up ahead and the down pour was coming. It hit hard as we blew into the small port and we were being pushed right towards the rickety pier, thank the lord for the tugs.

After we were moored, I was happy to sit back and watch everyone leave as I had duty. This meant 2 days off, but what I would be doing I had no idea, since there wasn’t much to the town and the no drinking thing was a huge bummer. What does Oman have to say for itself? Well there are 2 things. Salalah is the frankincense capital of the world. It is said that this is where the wise men picked up the frankincense and Mir before heading to Jesus’s manager to present him with the gifts at his birth. This is also where the grave of Job is said to be. There was a tour for the frankincense and Job’s tomb but for once I didn’t feel like going on a tour and decided to nix it off my list. The people who did go enjoyed it but I don’t think it was the best one.

The second morning we woke up ready to go, but were upsettedly deterred when the captain informed everyone that he was trying to get the one base club approved for drinking and that he wasn’t calling liberty call until the results came back for it. Ugh. We ended up waiting till 1300 (1pm) to leave in a liberty port so that was extremely disappointing but what can you do?!

While we were waiting we had to go get a tour of a South Korean warship. At first I tried adamantly to get out of it, but that was mostly because I was being forced into it and that makes me angry. I don’t want to be forced into anything, but when you are in any organization you are faced with things you don’t want to do, but you still have to do them. So I unhappily went on the tour, and once arriving my attitude changed quickly.

The captain was standing on the brow to greet us when we walked onboard. No one spoke any english except their one interpreter on board. They brought us to their wardroom and gave us treats and tea which was very good and then showed us a movie. The name of the ship was MUNMU the Great DDH976. They were very funny. Always laughing about stuff. I never knew about what, but it was contagious. It turns out that South Korea bought their first ship from the U.S. for 18,000 dollars and renovated it completely themselves. That was very interesting. In the pilot house they asked who stands Officer of the Deck. I pointed at myself and they were very surprised. They said only Lieutenant commanders and above stand the bridge watches because of all of the fishing nets right outside of Korea and of course they have North Korea right to the North which is never a good thing I’m sure.  They gave me a hot pink hat with MUNMU the great written on it and a coin! It was awesome! Their ship was So SO clean.

When we got back to our ship, they did receive approval that we were allowed to drink and that was the very good NEWS! We hopped on one of the buses and headed to the RITZ CARLTON to relax in the jacuzzi, eat dinner, and then head back for some beers.

 

This is us at dinner, with empty glasses… Not Drinking. Ugh! We still look happy though?

Along the way we were stopped at a red light. While sitting on the bus, I turned my head and there, right across the small street, was a car blazing on fire! I mean it was bad. There were like 6 people grouped around it trying to put the fire out and then all of a sudden the car started rolling backwards and there was a small explosion and huge flames erupted from the hood. It was very exciting. They got a fire extinguisher and put the fire out before the light turned green so it was all was over in a couple of minutes but I commentated the whole thing to the bus, complete with play by play of what was happening since I had the best angle. Haha.

After that we headed back into a tree filled area which had tons of banana trees and coconut trees. I didn’t know they grew bananas in Salahah! When we arrived at the hotel we got a room even though it was only for a few hours. There were 8 of us so it only ended up being about 23 dollars all together and we call it an ADMIN room, just a place where we can hang out and shower and then use the key to use all of the hotel facilities. I immediately jumped into my bathing suit and we were running for the beach in about 2 minutes flat. They had a swimming pool at the hotel and hot tub but it was right on the beach so I made a beeline for the ocean.

I ran as fast as I could to the sand. My feet haven’t touched grass in months so that was a pleasant experience as well. When I got to the beach there was a huge sign that said DANGER NO SWIMMING ALLOWED LARGE RIP CURRENTS. Pshhhh. I blew by that and looked around and there really wasn’t one person in the water but that didn’t bother me either. I ran straight into the ocean and fell happily into the first wave. It was magnificent. The waves on this beach were huge and the current was strong and the water was warm.

Everyone else joined me a few minutes later and that’s where we spent the majority of the little time we had. I came out of the water for a little while and just took off running down the beach with the wind whipping in my hair and blowing across my face. I felt pretty free. Better than I have felt in a long time.

We sat in the jacuzzi and then by that time it was getting late so we went back and all got a quick shower, ate dinner at the hotel which really wasn’t that good and headed back to the base for drinks!! While we were standing outside of the hotel waiting for the bus, this huge explosion occurred a second time and the lamp-post right in front of us exploded and a class charlie started! It was crazy. That was the second fire I saw in one day! It was burning all of this black smoke and all the lights went out outside of the hotel. The bus pulled up right then and I was like “let’s go people.” There was nothing we could do so we jumped on the bus and headed back. [As a disclaimer the hotel staff was informed before we left].

I promised everyone that I was going to hold two beers in both hands the entire night and when we arrived we only had 3 hours left so that is indeed what I did. This was my first experience with Kilkenny’s and it won’t be the last. I drank the first two as fast as lightning and I was feeling it after the first sip, its been over 30 days since my last drink. Haha.

 

Group Shott!

 

Being Funny.

After the second two I was slightly deterred by the captain who came over and asked me who the second beer I was holding was for. I just looked at him and smiled. He made me give it to him 😦 He said that he didn’t want his officers giving off the wrong impressions. Boo. Don’t worry though I continued to party on with only one beer.

We headed back and of course ended our drunken night in the wardroom with  mac and cheese. It was awesome as always.

The next day, drinking got banned because of something stupid that happened and so we spent the entire day at the Hilton since the Ritz was out of rooms and I ate sushi for lunch! Then we got massages and pedicures and lounged around all day. It was nice. We came back around 2300 and went to bed because we were getting underway early.

 

This is what we do when we can’t drink, Steal the spotlight from children at the pool’s slide.

That’s the end of the story.  Our next stop will be ROME!!!! Standby for that!