Back when I was a teenager, I considered cruises the ultimate vacation. Think about it: All sorts of activities, all sorts of food, all sorts of girls. I would’ve been happy with a ship that sailed straight into the ocean and didn’t touch ground for seven days. Alas, I had to deal with cruises that had the putting people ashore interrupting my skirt-chasing and carousing (in as much as teenagers can carouse). With my trusty wingman, Art, covering me, I had many good times aboard ships. I’ll be nice enough to Art to spare him a recap of the super-cheesy line he used on two girls within hours of boarding, and a description of his shambolic dance moves.
Cruising the Mexican Riviera
I’d say our finest time was on Royal Caribbean Cruise Line’s Song of America. By the standards of the time (the time of the cruise being 1992, when the ship was 10 years old), it was a good-sized ship. We sailed from LA through the Mexican Riviera, which included Cabo San Lucas, Puerto Vallarta and Mazatlan. I have to be honest – the ports didn’t do much for me. In fact, I got stung by a blue bottle in Puerto Vallarta. But Art and I had our usual shipboard antics, which included dragging a passed-out shipmate back to his cabin after he vented the contents of his stomach on the club’s dance floor (we were old enough to know how to avoid such a fate). We met a ton of fun [...]
Flyin', Bikin' and Arizona Adventures
