Sea Day 3 - Sushi, Blood Diamonds & A White Party

Hangovers be damned. I woke up and I swear my head was fifty pounds heavier. In my drunken stupor the previous night, I had made plans to get sushi for lunch. Oddly enough, it was exactly what I needed to cure the post-drinking blues.

The sushi restaurant wasn't included, but the meal pictured above was eight bucks... including tip. WHAT.

After lunch, I climbed one of the main staircases to explore the pool deck. We were returning to New York and its eternal winter, so I wanted to get as much sunshine as possible. Along the way, I passed what will be my future wedding ring.

I only accept wedding rings that are made from gold and blood diamonds.

Once I got to the pool deck, a strange activity was taking place. The cruise director introduced and MC'ed a contest in which volunteer (blackmailed) women would compete against each other for the title of... THE MOST MUSCULAR WOMAN ON THE SHIP. They rounded up a few male judges, and a parade of women flexed in front of them. In the end, the judges chose a winner. I forgot what the prize was...

Oh, I remember now, it was pure unadulterated shame.

Suddenly, I had a recollection of the highest deck on the ship. It was there that they had those massive wicker couches. I hadn't visited the area during normal hours, so I dragged Sam up there with me. It was later on in the day, so it wasn't too crowded, and there was one couch left.

Sam took it, soiled it, and claimed it as his own.

They were so comfortable...

I quickly dozed off and woke up in a puddle of my own drool. I mean... rain.

It was a beautiful day. There were only a few clouds in the sky. It wasn't too hot, either. The sea breeze helped cool me down.

Now if only I could get my hands on a Sea Breeze cocktail...

Once the sun set, Sam and I returned to our stateroom. We had dinner reservations at the French restaurant on board, and right after that we had to meet friends at the infamous White Party. Since we had to dress up for the restaurant, we decided to just pull a one-outfit-wonder.

I call this, the Jerry Seinfeld.

We made our way to the restaurant, fittingly called Le Bistro. It was where we had our wine tasting a few days earlier. For one set additional price, I think it was twenty or twenty five bucks, we received a three course meal. For my appetizer, I chose the scallops.

They were incredible. Perfectly seared... oh man... I'm so hungry thinking about it...

For my main course I got the coq au vin, basically chicken braised in wine and crap and veggies.

I have to say, it was one of the best things I've EVER eaten. Perfectly seasoned... I actually couldn't stop eating it.

Then for dessert, my single most favorite thing in the whole world, CREME BRULEE!!!!

And it came with this little fruit cup and adorable biscuit I just wanted to hug it and squeeze it!

We were stuffed from dinner. BUT NOW IT WAS TIME TO DANCE. DANCE! DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY, MY FLAMENCO DANDELIONS OF DESTRUCTION!

And dance we did... dance. we. did. Then I went to sleep somewhere.