At Least They're Committed

Whatever shall I call this post? The Fabulous Foibles of Tripping Raul? The Tragic Tumults of TR?

I can just imagine the ship employees monitoring the, well, monitors from the cameras in the gym. They would wince, maybe even get up for a moment ready to call for a stretcher, and then sit down and laugh.

I deserve that. It was nice of the powers-that-be to ration out my canker sores two at a time over the past month having done a faceplant on the treadmill that then shot me off into the middle of the room. I should have quit before I tried to increase the speed unsuccessfully (so I thought) and definitely before it jumped up to 9 miles per hour.

The folks in the elevator got a good laugh as I told them that if the video ends up on social media I shall be very put out! One of the gals had something similar happen to her, too. Or maybe she was just trying to make me feel better.

I fell on the deck on Day 2, too. I hadn’t thought to check the tread on my sandals before packing them. Now I know. And now you know that a world traveler I am not!

I was fine. As I’ve alluded to before, the angels certainly don’t intervene when I’m doing stupid stuff that could maim or kill me, they just make sure I don’t die.

Other notes from the cruise:

• Gawd! They’re playing ABBA!
• I see old people!
• We’re all structurally decaying. Mutants, hunched here, hobbling there. And looking in the mirror — especially after those fantastic fails — I’m right there with them.
• Lookin’ good in my glittery dress! It makes all of us ladies feel better, right? The glow from the sequins complements and minimizes the sagging of our jowls and lines on our faces!
• Hmmmm. Old people standing at the bar, shaking their asses to Phil Collins music. Not sure how I feel about that. I mean, on one hand, have a little dignity! On the other hand, why the heck not? They come on these cruises to feel and act like a 20-something again and they’re entitled to! I just won’t join in if you don’t mind.
• Mostly people were very kind! Only a couple Cruisers of the Karen Club.
• All of us got along great and we weren’t even tired of each other by the end of eight days!

Well, there you have it! Tripping Raul’s Caribbean Cruise of 2025. Next trip? A steamboat cruise on the Mississippi in 2027. If I don’t get myself killed before then.