Here is how the cruise starts in Sheryl’s head….

Once I cross the plank to board, I am honing in on a spot to flop and await the room availability. It needs to be at a window, no direct sun though cause of my pack mule-ing, I'm already sweaty,.. I'm a corner sitter, not a middle of the pack sitter. So, I find an out of the way spot to drop all our junk. Being near the desserts is a bonus! Score! I make a bee line to the beverages, giving the nearest deserts a knowing glance as I pass! I grab two drinks, dump them in my contigo bottle, take a swig then dive back into the everflowing mass of humanity. My focus is steel! Desserts!

I grab the few, try to remember their names but I lose the names before I get back to my little nest. (Sigh). Ah well, it happens! I then set up my camera and sit down to wait. I've blogged that we are here, took a few pictures, got another mango thingy for research purposes and now all I can think of is a nap!

My draw to cruising is how well I sleep onboard <sigh>. I can't wait! The husband is trying to task me. He has his routine that he is being drawn to... I think my will to not move from this spot is stronger then his will to get stuff taken care off. I can see him jonesing to go to guest services, to do a, b, c. But me and my sleepy eyes say noooooo.

So here we shall wait in this prime spot. He is now hinting that just maybe we can get into our room to just drop off the bags. The force is strong in this one!

And there they go...

spoiler alert, they aren't gone long! Rejected!