Adjusted Reality

Tuesday afternoon, we hit up the Olive Garden for lunch, for belly warming minestrone (and half a bowl of zuppa toscani) and metric ass-tons of salad and a breadstick (*cough*andaquarter*cough*), and then parted ways (I do believe the parenthetical things are why I’m still stuck in the mid-160’s, but I digress).  I believe the Zliten was on his way to Chez Target but decided to stop at a cute little reptile shop called Zookeeper we check out occasionally and drool over the leezards.

Before I go further, let me submit this picture of our current pet, Lump.

A sexy looking lizard, right?  Yes, but he’s also a meanie of a reptile.  When we picked him up at the pet store, he bit Zliten so hard he drew blood.  We thought that just meant he was a good, healthy, and feisty lizard and with time he would grow to love us.  After getting him home, we read up on Schneider Skinks.  The blue tongue versions are lovely, cuddly reptiles who will just curl up on your belly on the couch with you while watch TV.  These guys are mean and described as, for the most part, “look at, not touch” pets, though some say you can socialize them.

Over 3.5 years, we’ve been able to calm him down to where he doesn’t bite Zliten if his hand is in the cage and occasionally will be amenable to be picked up for about 60 seconds before squirming if we’re lucky.  Lump loves chasing crickets, he got especially happy when we moved to Austin and started feeding him Texas sized crickets he could fight with for days.  He also loves watching sci fi, actually, anything with good bass, and was absolutely mesmerized by Dance Dance Revolution when Zliten held him up to the screen once while I was playing.  It’s probably the longest he’s even been calm outside of his cage.

As endearing as that is, he spends most of his time buried under the sand (hence the name, Lump).  And that gleam in his eye?  That is the desire for man-flesh.  Much as we tried, he will never be able to hang out with us unless there are 4 glass walls around him.  So, we’ve talked about getting another lizard, one that’s a little friendlier.  Many times, we almost brought home blue tongues but they are so expensive (200 bucks), and they always put them in pairs that cuddle, so we couldn’t bear to be the ones who seperated them.  We’ve kept an eye on Craigslist for people that needed to get rid of reptiles, but nothing ever looked promising.

Then this gal came along…

To continue with the tale above, Zliten walked into Zookeeper and found this pretty ‘guana there.  She’d just been sold to the store a few days ago by a family who couldn’t keep her because their apartment was too small.  She looked strong and healthy and when he picked her up, she crawled up onto his shoulder and just hung out there, and didn’t want to leave.  Apparently, someone else was checking her out, so he messaged me a picture, I said yeah, and he paid and went to go get her an enclosure.  I do say she’s living quite nicely.

She seems a little timid, but soooo mellow.  No tail thwapping, no hissing, nothing.  When I pick her up, she’ll just settle wherever I place her and stay there.  She also seemed mesmerized by the TV and last night when I tried to put my face between her and the tube, she lifted her head like, “um, I can’t SEE now”.   So cute.  Hopefully she’ll get a little more comfortable and start exploring more when we let her out (be careful what you wish for, right), but she seems to like us well enough, and she is eating and drinking so she’s at least settled enough for now.

Lump’s been pretty much hidden under the sand for 2 days.  I think he’s jealous (or it’s winter and he hibernates more than normal).  Maybe it will inspire him to be nicer.  Yeah, that would be the day.

Now, we just need a name.  We’ve been calling her Iguana Donna but I don’t think that will stick.  Any suggestions from the interwebs?

So after the love-fest that was November, I just have to go and wreck a good thing and change it up.  Rather drastically even.  Why would I do this?  Because, dammit, I want to freaking lose some weight already.  I made peace with my body wanting some time to stabilize, and I’ve definitely not stopped losing inches (hello there, size 10 pants, haven’t seen you in at LEAST 10 years if not more…but we were reacquainted last weekend!) but I’m sick of 160-something on the scale.  It’s time to get closer to the 150s, and while I don’t expect epic progress this month, I would just like to see some new numbers, ya know, below 165.  It’s time to shake the snowglobe and present December’s Plan!

Change #1 – going back to tracking food, mostly.

I am so happy I took last month off, because I know I can, I won’t miss tracking when I don’t have to do it anymore, and I was able to maintain my weight (more specifically gain on vacation and lose after – and not really trying) without keeping a count.  If you’re familiar with the Hacker’s Diet, I think my EAT watch is actually fixed after just over a year.  However, I think it will be VITAL if I want to lose, to get back to counting what goes in my mouth.

The exception to the rule is going to be one day per week, I am going to not track.  I’m going to aim for it to always be a hard workout day.  Reason being – I loved that “more fuel for the fire” feeling, and I think if I have one day a week I can eat more, it will help me not feel bleh the rest of the week.  The goal of this day is not a “cheat day” (I’m not going to start with bacon, pancakes, and hashbrowns, eat a lunch of a burger and fries, and then have tacos for dinner and have desert at each meal), I am going to just going to give myself permission to eat more (hopefully) healthful food.  I’m only anticipating 2-3 Holiday parties before Christmas itself (which is just my parents and some lasagna, which I can fully handle), so it won’t be as hectic as last year, but I have the option to not make myself crazy trying to figure out how to incorporate those into a calorie-restricted diet if I so choose.

Change #2 – 4 Day Work(out) Weeks

I’ve always felt like I’d love 4 day work weeks.  I figure I spend a lot of time getting up, getting dressed and ready, prepping my things, driving to work, walking to and from the parking lot, driving home, putting away the stuff I brought, and generally decompressing and getting settled in at home.  It doesn’t sound like much, but in my quest to be as efficient with my responsible time as possible (meaning time not spent at home, on the couch, being a slacker), it puts a thorn in my side.  I am up at 8am and do nothing but responsible until about 8pm, when I’m done with my shower after the gym. I work for 9 hours a day (with a lunch) and workout for about 1.5 max.  That’s 1.5 hours disappearing into the ether!  Such inefficiency offends me!

I also spend some of that time collecting my workout items and clothes, packing them, putting them on, driving to and from the gym, showering, and changing into normal person clothes and generally de-sweatting myself.  Since my employer will probably be the LAST company EVER to change over to 4 day work weeks, why not try 4 day workout weeks on my own?  Maybe I can save myself a little time, which I can then spend enjoying myself?  Besides results in terms of weight loss and progress there, I’m going to track if I feel like I have more time.

The difference is that while working is easy to just incorporate the 2 extra hours per day in the workdays, the logistics are a little different with workouts.  First, I can only physically do so much per day so it’s not as if I can do an interval run AND a long run in one day.  Second, some things I do at home, some things I do at the gym, so while I think there is just going to have to be a day or 2 where I do both, I’m not sure how I feel about that.  The last thing I want to do after a good gym workout is a DDR session.  I’m already home, I should be done, dag nabit.  So here is what I have to work with:

-1 hour long run

-2 x 30 minute interval sessions

-2 full body strength sessions

-2 x 20 minute yoga sessions

-2 x 40 minute DDR sessions

The rules are as normal – cannot work the same body part 2 consecutive days, cannot do 2 runs on the same day, every day must end with a stretch, either yoga or just a stretch session tacked on the end.  I am going to add two provisions this time – that 20 minutes of DDR can be converted to Cybil the arc trainer, and everything must be done in 4 days.  So in day by day plans, this is what it looks like:

Day 1: 30 mins intervals, full body strength

Day 2: 60 mins DDR, yoga

Day 3: long run, yoga

Day 4: 30 mins intervals, full body strength

The only thing missing is either 20 mins DDR or 20 mins Cybil.  So I will leave it up in the air and either plan 10 mins at the end of day 1 and 3, and get up one morning and do 20 mins of DDR before work.  Knowing me, I will chose Cybil.  I am going to attempt to do Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays, but as usual, these are flexible as long as they happen.

Change #3 – It is not ok not to lose weight this month!

October and November I gave myself a break after the trainwreck that was September.  But I’ve been stalled now scale-wise for 3 months!  I’ve refueled!  I’ve stabilized!  I’ve tried being nice to my body!  It is now time to start chipping away again to get closer to my goal.  1500 calories on weekdays, maximum, and try for closer to 1200.  I would have liked to hope that I really and truly wasn’t eating enough to lose weight, but I just don’t think it’s the case outside of Quix’s magical fairlyland where sugar plums count as fruit. I’m much happier eating more, but happy doesn’t move the scale.  I just have to remember that last month, I felt how it was to maintain, and it was good.  Just a few short months of…ummm….less happiness and I can go back to that.  While I don’t believe in extreme measures to lose weight, I can probably, after over a year of good habits, restrict calories a little more (but still safely, of course) to get there and be ok.

I told myself last month it was ok to maintain, and it was.  I’m very pleased with it.  I don’t harbor any secret resentment towards myself.  It was not the all-out frustration I had in September, and not the quiet sulking of October, it was actual contentment.  But this month I’d like to take things back up a notch and continue down to 150-ville before I get too comfortable here in my size 10s.  I look in the mirror and think HOT, generally, but I can certainly see a few things I’d like to have shrink more before I’m done, that I can’t see shrinking without the scale going down just a bit more.  At this point, I don’t care how slow it goes, as long as it starts going again!  My goal is to lose 3 lbs this month.  I would like to end the year below 162.

How will I fare? Well, yesterday I hit the gym and did 30 minute intervals, 10 mins on Cybil, and a full body strength session and while I felt like I was at the gym for a long time, I didn’t poop out in the middle of a workout and still felt like I had just about as much time as if I would have done a normal session.  How will the rest of the month go?  Stick around to find out!

Since it’s a cold Austin Monday and I just have a feeling that things are going to explode soon today, let’s just get right to it.

The Plan was:

• Foodwise – not track my calories for the entire 4 weeks.  Keep the same goal as always, to eat 6 servings of fruits and veggies per day, up the protien and lower the fat a bit, and put the least amount possible of anything chocolate, fried, or generally high in calories in my cakehole.  Just without putting it into the tracker.
• Exercisewise – the general plan is 2 days of DDR + yoga, 2 days of intervals + weights, and 1 long run.  But I have full permission to deviate and do whatever I want (as long as it’s a decent calorie burn).
• Mentalwise – to nurture my body and mind through what’s already shaping up to be a helluva month.  Give myself permission to maintain at the weight I’m at now if that’s what it needs to do, but also to shed unwanted weight if it’s ready to do so.
• Measurewise – I plan to get a tape measure and do a before pic this week and after pic on December 1st.  I want to see if I am making any progress beyond the scale.

The results are in:

• Foodwise, I did not track one day.  Not one bite or one calorie.  I did make a brief mention of what I ate on the cruise but that was more for posterity than accountability.
• Exercisewise, I sort of gave myself permission to do what I wanted, but guess what?  I stuck to pretty much the same schedule/things I planned on – running intervals/full body strength 2 days, DDR/yoga 2 days, and a long run 1 day.
• Mentalwise, things calmed down a bit after the first week of crazy and being on vacation the last half of the month pretty much didn’t hurt my headspace.  I almost feel like things might just work out ok.
• Measurewise, I failed.  I still don’t own a tape measure and didn’t take an official before and after pic.

Overall, I loved what I did this month and felt I succeeded in a great way.  I started the month around 165, and weighed in yesterday at 165.  During the month, not only did I give myself the rope to hang myself with by not tracking food and having a free-floating exercise plan, but also prepared for disaster with 2 hellacious weeks at work, a cruise (where the average person gains 1.5 lbs PER DAY on the boat), and Thanksgiving with a 4 star chef who’s middle name has to be either Butter or Sugar.  This month, while I would have loved the surprise, I did not expect to lose weight.  Frankly, as long as I was under 170, I was not going to bitch.  This month was practice maintainence, and in the event of actual maintainence, I would have rocked it!

This is a huge confidence booster.  I’ve always been scared of what will happen when I hit the point where I stopped losing weight and started just trying to keep it off.  Obviously, I’ve never done a good job at it, every time I’ve lost some weight and started feeling fabulous, it’s been less than a year before I gained at least that much, if not more, back.  I was also sorta freaked that I’d have to track my food for the rest of my life.  Though it is comforting to be in control and know exactly what I have/can eat when trying to be overbearingly mathematical about it all, I didn’t want to live like that forever.  I can say I didn’t miss it a bit after a few days, and I will be able to let it go when it’s time.  Exercise – I think after 16 consecutive months of regular workouts, it will be hard for me to just one day stop doing it.  I’m just not worried there.

The one thing I really liked about this month is I can tell I was eating more, overall, and not gaining weight.  Sure, the scale hated me right after vacation but the rest of the month it didn’t really vary much.  I felt like there was a lot of fuel in the fire when I worked out instead of running on fumes some days.  I’m really, really looking forward to when I can do that all the time.  However, to lose weight, I must obviously take in less calories, so it can’t last just yet.

All in all, rousing success.  I can’t wait until life is like November.  What’s on tap for December?  Back tomorrow to let you know!

Continued from Part 2, or start at Part 1.

Wednesday: Fun Day at Sea 2 or Run Day at Sea

Woke up feeling still a little disoriented, and late – it was like 11 am!  But, being that it was the last day, and I still hadn’t gotten up to the top deck to run, I drug my mexican buffet butt up there and ran 5 miles.  It was soooo awesome.  I didn’t want to stop but it was getting hot (I actually got a tinge of a sunburn that day just from the time running) and I had other stuff to do!  I showered and changed and grabbed just a bit of lunch (I ate about half of my trademark GIANT SALAD, and a few bites from the buffet including a really yummy piece of spicy fried chicken, can’t remember the last time I had that…), and headed to the art auction.

Zliten had met up with Stephen (work person) and his wife and 2 of their kids, and they were drinking long island ice teas (the adults, not the kids) and Stephen was being unruly and disruptive and inappropriate just like normal!  It was good fun.  We actually won 2 pieces of art in the auction (yay) and we found one we were interested in but would check out later.  We left, continued to have a few drinks, got ourselves a snack (pizza for me), and continued to enjoy the wonderful wonderful weather and our last day.

We changed for dinner (I had considered not changing because I was wearing dinner appropriate wear already but dangit I had more clothes to wear, since I had packed enough for 2 weeks), and headed down and had a really good one – delicious crab cake, asparagus vichyssoise, and an Indian vegetarian dinner which was – NUMMMY.  So have to try out some Austin Indian places.  Had the trademark baked alaska for desert, and snuck out before the singing and dancing, but not before a picture of our headwaiter and his assistant.

Since it had to be done, we went to the room and packed hastily.  It’s all going in the laundry, so we pretty much shoved everything wherever it would go, which strangely enough – we ended up with some space in the luggage.  Then we went through all the pictures they took and picked out what we wanted, and damn, those things are expensive!  22 bucks!  At least we won’t have to get a nice picture done for a while.  Then, the art auction place where we picked the two pictures we wanted from our raffle win, and actually purchased another.  Yay for more art.  Next on the list was the hot tub for one more dip, but sadly one was cold, one was full, and the other two were closed, so we packed the suits, put on real clothes and left the suitcases to be taken.

We then headed out for the casino and I turned 10 into 30 this time – except I kept playing the stupid Taxi game and it turned back into 10.  We then took the 10 and played video poker for a while.  It was actually a very fun casino night, we played for hours and hours and only lost 15 bucks!  One more late night meal – because we needed more food, of course, it had been a few hours – so we got burgers, and then headed down to the room and passed out.

Thursday: Home, home on the Range…or GET THE HELL OFF THE BOAT YOU GLUTTONS!!!

Ugh…it’s 7 am, why am I awake?  I was just falling asleep 5 hours ago…oh wait, yeah, last day of the cruise.  Boooooooo!  Actually, I am very, very, very ready to be home and in my own bed and couch, but boooo for vacation being over.  We got ready, made a last check of the room to make sure we had all our stuff, and said goodbye to the cabin and headed out (yes, I talk to things…).  Had a breakfast of a pancake, bacon, potatoes, and fruit, and wait for them to call us to get off the boat.  And waited…and waited.  At least I was really into my book.  I’m pretty proud I got halfway through it and I’m hooked, so I WILL finish the damn thing (note: haven’t touched it since I’ve been home, bah internets).

We finally get called shortly before 10, we head off the boat and into customs.  We hit the slowest fucking line imaginable, and all the other lines were pretty much EMPTY by the time we got through it.  I guess the guy was just chatty, because he was that way with us.  We got through that shortly after 11.  To his credit he did comment on my passport pic not looking like me…so it wasn’t all bad.  Then one more line for the shuttle to parking, and we were on our way home around 11:30.

The trip was both nice (we took a different route and once we got through Houston it was a straight, no trafficky road that never changed the whole way) and rough (we were both tired, I kept nodding off and Zliten said he did once too, while driving…yikes!).  I offered to drive but I needed a nap first, and he needed someone awake to help him stay awake, so he drove the whole time and I stayed MOSTLY awake.  We saw lots more barbeque, and a lot of hay (which was greeted with “hey HEY hey hey” in my delirious state).  Finally, around 3:15, we pulled into Austin, picked up some dinner (hey there, BBQ, for reals) and headed home.  We left everything in the car except the food, and pretty much vegged on the couch and napped and relaxed all day.

Awesome vacation, can’t wait for the next.  Is it time yet?

Continued from Part 1.

Monday: Wastin’ Away in Margaritaville

Up at the crack of 10:30 and was smart and brought my water bottle, ate an apple, and grabbed my towel before heading to the gym – this picture is (sideways) proof I did actually get up and go, and since it’s a crappy picture I’m too lazy to fix it.  Did 25 mins on the eliptical, abs, and a 15 min run.  The gym was totally dead because we were in port at Cozumel.  Yes I blew off time in Cozumel to workout.  The weather was sorta crappy and the ocean was so rocky they canceled all the water activities and told people they couldn’t swim at the beach because of the swells.

Anyways, we grabbed some lunch, another big ass salad, some soup, and some random bits from the buffet.  Then, we got off the boat, and promptly took off walking the wrong way.  We walked by a bar where we saw 3 other gringos pretty much run out, and when they passed us, they said “dude, DON’T go in there”.  When we got closer, we saw it was a really run down, falling apart gentleman’s club with some not-so-pretty ladies at the door.  Then, pretty much nothing for the mile and a half or so we walked.  The sidewalk became a trail, the trail curved around, and once we passed a resort, the road got narrow with pretty much wilderness on each side.  This was our sign we should probably stop, so we flagged a taxi and headed back the other way.

We ended up at Margaritaville, a total tourist trap, but looked like fun.  We got margaritas the size of our heads (as depicted in the photo) and spent the afternoon sipping way too much tequilla and sitting right on the ocean enjoying ourselves, and watching other people make fools of themselves.  I guess there is a time and a place for table dancing, and that place is probably in the bar in Mexico.  And, we got glasses to bring back (the ones in the picture), and see if we can transport them without breaking them!  Hooray, gambling with glass (note: they made it!  Woohoo!)!

We snagged a taxi back – we had wanted to walk back at least part way along the ocean but it was getting late and we wanted to be back on the boat before it took off, so a ride it was.  We ran into Zliten’s co-company founder person (pictured to the right with his wife), of all places, in a bathroom in Cozumel.  Somehow, that seemed fitting.  Yeah, we knew they were on the cruise with us but we hadn’t seen them until then.  Also met up with hot tub friends again examining their pictures from crazy excursions in Cozumel.  Got back on board, got changed for dinner, and headed down.  Zliten decided to continue drinking through dinner, I decided to sober just a little, and dinner was minestrone, and – uh – cough*friedcheese*cough (sorry folks, I had to), and jerked pork loin, which I could not finish even half of.  I did put away some tiramasu though.  Yes, it was a proud moment.

We hit the return cruiser’s cocktail party (yay more free booze), and then headed to the piano bar for a moment, and to the casino.  We quickly turned 40 dollars into 10 and then decided that was not as much fun as it used to be (I spent my 21st year in Reno).  Then, back to the piano bar again.  We ran into these fantastic lesbians we met the day previous (we sat with them at the cocktail party and then ended up following them on accident to a smoking bar before dinner).  Aparently there had been a fight, a refused proposal, and one of the girls was getting drunk with a friend she met named Tina, so we joined them.  There was some major boozing going on in the bar, the poor very pretty blonde russian waitress just got called “White Russian” all night, and there was a point that the entire bar had kidnapped the microphone and was singing from behind the piano.  Somehow, seem to be missing those pictures, but I have a great one of most of us singing.

Zliten’s co-person came back in to find us, we closed out the bar, and then just walked a bit and sat down and chatted looking at the ocean.  After a while of being windblown (I dunno if my hair will ever be the same after that day), we headed in.  Joel ordered room service (I was good and got veggie sticks – and yay for them having veggie sticks on the menu), and we drifted off to sleep.

Tuesday: Progresso, or Day of Relax-o

I think 3 days of drinking is finally catching up to me, I’m pretty worn out today, but it’s not all my fault.  I woke up at 5 am with some wicked cramps and had to take some painkillers.  We’ve been drinking Emergen-c every day for the last two weeks (sickness on vacation, DO NOT WANT) and in our experiments, found out it also pretty much kills all but the nastiest of hangovers.  So, even with all that’s been drunk-en, I have made sure to drink about 3 gallons of water a day, take my happy-fun-no-hangover-or-sickies fizzy drink, and to pace myself enough to not want to spend the day in the cabin sleeping.

Today, however, the fates are totally conspiring against me.  Today is that one day a month where I pretty much hug the couch at home, and can choose between painkiller haze or death pains.  Pain killers, ftw.  You will be able to tell by the lack of pictures today.  I slept until 10:30, read until about 11:30, when I finally drug Zliten out of bed, and we got lunch.  First, I want to point out that yes, I’m reading a book (Snow Crash).  I am actually pretty into it.  I hope I can finish it soon because what usually happens is I leave it for too long, forget what happened, vow to read it again from the beginning, and then just swear off books entirely like I usually do.

Anyways, I caught the tail end of breakfast, so I had half a pancake, some bacon, and some fruit.  Then, I got my trademark big salad (because damn, it’s remarkable how very seldom they just have veggies sitting out…burgers and pizza all day, but if I want a big lovely salad I have to get it within the hours of 12 and 2), and cruised the Indian food.  Since Zliten is allergic to a lot of it, we don’t eat it, so I wanted to give it a go.  OMG, Indian food is soooo good.  The spiced lentil soup was amazing.  The potato and leek fried puff thing was good (but it was fried, so that’s not really in question…in my book usually fried = tasty).  Then there was fish, and some kebabs, and other stuff.  Num!  I think it was all about the curry sauce, which was both minty and savory/spicy.  I’ll have to try stuff like that at home.

After too much lunch, we got off and walked around the shops at the port, and picked up the rest of our souvenirs, Zliten got a 3 dollar water that apparently does not taste like the ship water (whatever that means), we took pictures, and then headed back.  Now, he is napping, and I am typing.  It’s about 230 and my choices are:

A.  Pop another aleve, get my lazy bones to the gym like I didn’t this morning
B.  Grab my book, and sit up in the sun and read
C.  Get in the pool and maybe the water slide
D.  Go play minigolf
E.  Stay in bed and read and/or sleep

Well, first I picked B – and got quite a bit further in my book, and then we did D.  I figured missing one day of the gym on vacation wasn’t so bad.  Up on deck, it was pretty much hilarious trying to play minigolf while the boat was swaying and it was super windy.  We totally did not keep score but Joel declared me winner because, well, I dunno, but I WON!!!  Woohoo!  Our hot tub friends found us and asked if we would join them for dinner, and after thinking about it, said yes.  I was apprehensive because we didn’t want to abandon our dining companions at our table, but we decided, hey, let’s go to both!  The first dinner I had shrimp cocktail, lobster bisque, and chateaubriand.  Sadly, one piece I got was way too rare, and the other piece was too tough, so I only ate a little.  The tiramasu at desert was very unlike tiramasu, but it was tasty!

We walked around and took more pictures, and then headed to second dinner.  They sort of didn’t like us coming in again but they finally took us to the table.  I had the fish and shrimp plate I was lusting after and this most delicious cappucino pie.  Way too much food today – and it goes on.

We headed to the casino and I pretty much lost another 10 dollars in the blink of an eye, so we vacated pretty quick.  We hit the hot tub for a while and drank some soul-warming tea, and then hung out with Zliten’s co-person and his wife and played in the wind tunnel and giggled.  To explain, the front of the ship on the top deck was so windy, walking up to it you had to lean forward, and by the time you got to the doorway it was seriously pushing you back so you could do the “cheek flappy” thing.  Hard to describe, but stupidly funny. And fun.  I totally felt like I was about 8 years old again.  Then, they were having this mexican buffet thing and I ate some – more than I care to remember.  Then, headed back to the cabin and bed feeling pretty disoriented from the wind to sleepy sleep sleep.

Bonus pictures from Day 3:

Check out the hair…this is how seriously windy it was in Cozumel.  And by the look – how strong the massive margaritas were. 🙂

Every time a Jimmy Buffet song came on, the waiters and staff danced for us (and got drunk people to dance with them).  It was pretty hilarious.

Inside it was a fun looking tropical bar, but nothing special.  The view from the deck – spectacular.  Dunno why anyone was sitting inside but hey, more room for us.

Our bar waiter, Iputu, who seemed to seek us out wherever we were sitting…very nice guy!

Tomorrow, the 3rd and final (pretty short) part.  Last day at sea and the trip home.