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Woke up a little after Ben, with just a slight hangover. He was delighted by the small show I’d put on for him the night before. Said he didn’t even need to go to White Party, cause he’d just seen it. Not for nothing, but most of the boys at WP, while in better shape, are not as good of dancers as I am. Our tour was at 10, and we were supposed to be at the gate at 9:45, so we had breakfast and got off the boat by 9:30. I finally had cell service, so I texted Todd, Tim, Chris, and Patrick. Todd is doing well – over the anger (for now) and dealing with the sadness. Chris hadn’t heard about the trip, and was worried. Tim wanted to know if I had any attorney friends who would write a letter to the office for him. I started drafting the FB post, but then just directed him to the SDVLP clinic. I do enough. Patrick is just fine. As the guy who opted to end the relationship, I would expect nothing less, but I wanted him to know I wasn’t taking sides.
There was a bit of a struggle finding the bus, which was late, and then we got into our private bus. The driver was nice – originally from HI, but spent a few years in Michigan. I kept expecting him to say “Da Bears,” but instead he just droned on and on in his ridiculous monotone. He wasn’t even conversing, because if you tried to get a word in, he’d just keep talking. He was nice enough despite that, and showed us a beach where turtles often sun themselves, and a chocolate factory where they still make the stuff by hand. I thought about getting Tim something, but didn’t. As the tour went on, I went from thinking about getting him something to fuming over all the things I’ve allowed him to get away with.
We traveled up to the Volcanic park, and as much as I hated getting there, I’ve got to say the views were pretty spectacular. I had the driver take a couple pics of me and Ben, and I had Ben take a couple pics of me. My phone had died while I was trying to text everyone in the morning, and I’d forgotten to put the battery back in my camera. Oh, well. By the midway point in the tour, I was very done getting out for this breathtaking view or that one, and just wanted to get back to the ship. We finally did, had a bite to eat, and then joined the LGBT group. Raphael, the soft spoken Columbian, is leaving tomorrow. He doesn’t like the ship, so he’s going back.
There was a bit of a struggle finding the bus, which was late, and then we got into our private bus. The driver was nice – originally from HI, but spent a few years in Michigan. I kept expecting him to say “Da Bears,” but instead he just droned on and on in his ridiculous monotone. He wasn’t even conversing, because if you tried to get a word in, he’d just keep talking. He was nice enough despite that, and showed us a beach where turtles often sun themselves, and a chocolate factory where they still make the stuff by hand. I thought about getting Tim something, but didn’t. As the tour went on, I went from thinking about getting him something to fuming over all the things I’ve allowed him to get away with.
We traveled up to the Volcanic park, and as much as I hated getting there, I’ve got to say the views were pretty spectacular. I had the driver take a couple pics of me and Ben, and I had Ben take a couple pics of me. My phone had died while I was trying to text everyone in the morning, and I’d forgotten to put the battery back in my camera. Oh, well. By the midway point in the tour, I was very done getting out for this breathtaking view or that one, and just wanted to get back to the ship. We finally did, had a bite to eat, and then joined the LGBT group. Raphael, the soft spoken Columbian, is leaving tomorrow. He doesn’t like the ship, so he’s going back.
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