The Knot Gets Tied
Part Four
I would say we had the most fun at night, when we were drinking and gambling and listening to the live music in one of the lounges on the boat. I would say I had the least amount of fun whenever I had to eat something. The food on the Fun Ship was disgusting. The lobster tasted like a sock, Indian Cuisine Day in the grill was my worst nightmare realized, and the coffee served during breakfast was absolutely horrid.

Even Chris admitted that the Fun Ship did not live up to his expectations. While we did have a good time, there were other low-lights aside from the food. The shows were corny, the boat's decor was right out of 1984 (which might sound awesome but, in reality, was kind of disturbing), and the staff was annoying. I came to discover, much as I had suspected, that I'm not really built for cruises. In fact, I was the only person on the cruise ship who wore a sweater as opposed to a bathing suit.
We spent exactly fifteen minutes out of four days in the pool. The pool deck was downright annoying, and we found that we were much more comfortable at the bars, in the casino, or, for one day, sitting through the excruciatingly long art auction. Who has fifteen thousand dollars to spend on a painting of the Statue of Liberty? Not I, sir. Not I. But thank you for the complimentary champagne.
When we got on the boat, we checked into our cabin and discovered two twin beds instead of one full-sized bed. Despite the fact that we were on our honeymoon, I was perfectly content to sleep in my own twin bed for four nights. Maybe there's something wrong with me, because Chris hit the roof. "We're on our honeymoon!" he exploded when he saw the beds. I shrugged in a "what can be done?" kind of way while Chris pulled out his phone to call our travel agent. Brilliant, Chris, call the travel agent in Palatine, Illinois as opposed to simply inquiring with our steward. In the end, of course, we did get our full sized bed, which I was also okay with.
It was totally a booze cruise for us, which was awesome. We even got to keep the Carnival Fun Ship glasses. I have a feeling that they're not dishwasher safe.
Next up: Key West and Cozumel.
