Now my mom has a new plan: instead of coming up to San Francisco, go on a cruise for a few days. I was so glad to hear she and my father wouldn’t be staying with us for a week, that I enthusiastically said, “Sure, I’ll do the research! We’ll treat you guys! I’ll go!!!”
I don’t mind doing the research and treating my parents (they won’t let us spend too much anyway), but I realized after the fact that I really hate cruises and really don’t want to go.
I’ve been on one cruise. Three days and three nights stuck on a giant floating hotel, which managed to make me feel both claustrophobic and agoraphobic. It was the same time of year too, June, and so the boat was full of partying college kids.
The room my mom and I shared a) was the size of a walk-in closet, b) had no windows, and c) was right next to some incredibly noisy girls. One night they just went on and on. My mom wasn’t complaining so I tried to suffer through it, but then my mother muttered, “Xiao gui.” Little demons.
That did it. I banged on the wall three times. “Shut up!” I shouted.
The girls were silent for a moment, then started laughing and banging back. “Shut up, shut up!” they mimicked. After that they’d do things like bang on our door late at night and run away.
It was like all seven deadly sins in one place. Lust, the college kids doing god knows what in the outdoor hot tubs. Gluttony, all those all-you-can-eat buffets, including a midnight Mexican spread that I gave in to. Sloth, nothing to do but sit your ass in a chair and stare at the ocean, wondering if you’ll survive the next three days. Greed, the people gambling in a casino (I won $70 playing video poker, then promptly lost it). Wrath at those stupid noisy college girls. Pride kept me from admitting how lonely I was (my marriage was falling apart at the time). Finally, I was totally envious of anyone not on that cruise.
But there were some fun moments. Like when my cousins and I climbed the rock climbing wall, and joking around at dinner, and playing Pictionary, and seeing my grandmother’s face light up whenever she saw any of us.
But I’m really hoping I won’t be able to find a cheap cruise, and my mother will have to come up with crazy plan C.
A midnight Mexican ll-you-can-eat buffet? Holy Jesus…
Um, good luck?
i know, right? i feel sick just thinking about it.
“Seven Deadly Sins in One Place” could be a very catchy advertising slogan.
Stay away from cruises to Mexico :) Maybe you can find an Alaskan one, college kids couldn’t possibly want to go on those.
What could plan C possibly be??
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