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thepnutgalleryMouth issues almost completely gone, but I’m not stopping my regiment now. We went for coffee in the morning, which turned into breakfast. I didn’t get much – a bowl of muesli, a half an English Muffin. As I was going to get silverware, I noticed an older lady looking forlornly for a place to sit, and invited her to sit with us. She was charming – reminded me of Mrs. McKee. We went back to the room, read for a bit, and it was suddenly time to go to the sushi lunch, which honestly sucked. There was a pineapple roll, and a mango roll, but that was it as far as the vegan options, and even the non-vegan options kind of sucked.
I borrowed a pair of Ben’s headphones and hit the gym again. Much better workout, and I happened to see two attractive men while I was walking around outside. Ben was napping when I got back – I think I might have been supposed to wake him up? I read some, then eventually joined him. He wanted to fool around, but couldn’t seem to get cleaned up, so we just laid down for a bit before going to the LGBT meeting. It was smaller – just the lesbians from NY, the gay gents from SF, and the soft-spoken man from Colombia. I declined a drink, since we were getting wine with dinner. One of the lesbians had been an attorney, and so was one of the gents from SF. None of the gay republicans showed up. It was formal night, and we clean up pretty damn nice. Ben asked what it was like to be undoubtedly the hottest guy on the ship. Such a charmer. We were early for dinner – they were just seating the assigned dining, but they got us a table anyway. Nicolas, our server, had some salsa made for Ben. My dinner was a couple strips of tofu over noodles...in marinara sauce. Well played, cruise ship. There was something of a language barrier when I was ordering for the next night. He wrote down “sautéed tofu” when I asked for satay, and Mango Tofu when I asked for Mongolian. I finally just wrote it down for him. If he says “anything,” I’m going with “anything.” If the chef needs to modify it, he’ll modify it. We declined dessert and coffee, instead heading to the other bars. The first one had a band from Barbados called “Rhapsody.” The lead singer was good, but obnoxious as hell, and some of the harmonies were downright painful. Back at Explorer’s, the band “Crimson” from some part of Eastern Europe was mangling the hits of yesterday and today. Terrible arrangements of Hot n Cold, Highway to Hell, etc. We went back to the room, I used some of the toys he’d brought on him, and then took a couple hits of poppers and rode him. Neither of us came again, but he was very satisfied.
I borrowed a pair of Ben’s headphones and hit the gym again. Much better workout, and I happened to see two attractive men while I was walking around outside. Ben was napping when I got back – I think I might have been supposed to wake him up? I read some, then eventually joined him. He wanted to fool around, but couldn’t seem to get cleaned up, so we just laid down for a bit before going to the LGBT meeting. It was smaller – just the lesbians from NY, the gay gents from SF, and the soft-spoken man from Colombia. I declined a drink, since we were getting wine with dinner. One of the lesbians had been an attorney, and so was one of the gents from SF. None of the gay republicans showed up. It was formal night, and we clean up pretty damn nice. Ben asked what it was like to be undoubtedly the hottest guy on the ship. Such a charmer. We were early for dinner – they were just seating the assigned dining, but they got us a table anyway. Nicolas, our server, had some salsa made for Ben. My dinner was a couple strips of tofu over noodles...in marinara sauce. Well played, cruise ship. There was something of a language barrier when I was ordering for the next night. He wrote down “sautéed tofu” when I asked for satay, and Mango Tofu when I asked for Mongolian. I finally just wrote it down for him. If he says “anything,” I’m going with “anything.” If the chef needs to modify it, he’ll modify it. We declined dessert and coffee, instead heading to the other bars. The first one had a band from Barbados called “Rhapsody.” The lead singer was good, but obnoxious as hell, and some of the harmonies were downright painful. Back at Explorer’s, the band “Crimson” from some part of Eastern Europe was mangling the hits of yesterday and today. Terrible arrangements of Hot n Cold, Highway to Hell, etc. We went back to the room, I used some of the toys he’d brought on him, and then took a couple hits of poppers and rode him. Neither of us came again, but he was very satisfied.
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