Cruising, Day 1

Who knew the Rupublican Love Boat had internet access...for a fee, of course, but still. Now I can keep everyone caught up in all my naps and drinks while at sea.

This is our first full day of cruising having left Boston Harbor last evening, sailing through the night and into Martha's Vineyard tomorrow for our first excursion. We've all gotten the eating thing down, as in, you can eat 24-hours a day on the boat without too much trouble but of course no has heard of the Atkin's Diet here so I'm off the wagon for a week.

As we were warned, the average age of the passengers hovers in the post-retirement, lets-re-elect-Bush, range and have cruised steadily over the last few years. But we've met some nice people, though Jeff and I are retracting our want of being The Gays for the cruise because it's just too much effort to get people to buy into our fabulousness. And quite surprisingly, barring some of the staff and maybe one of musical guys last night, we're the only gays on board. Hilarity ensues. And being that it's only 11am and I've burned through my daily ration at the casino, it looks like there will be a lot of alternative activities today.

Speaking of alternative activities: Funny story#1. Jeff and I were having hot monkey love out on our balcony yesterday (more fun that busting a bottle off the stern) after we got into the open ocean only to have Coast Guard helicopter buzz the side of the ship, our side of the ship, as luck would have it and boy, I'm sure they were as suprised as we were. I had to grab Jeff's head and mumble to him to be very still, as if somehow that either made us invisable to the coast guard guys looking out there window at us or made them think there was some really good sculpture being displayed on the port-side Navigation Deck on one of the balconies. I'm waiting for Julie McCoy, our ship's cruise director (who has a set of kankles that would trip a normal person), to make a personal visit to State Room 49 asking us to refrain from putting spooge in the ocean. Will do, Julie...now let's talk about those elephant legs of yours.