Labadee, Hatie

Labadee, Hatie

I didn’t have a chance to post yesterday, I was way to tired when I got back and crashed before I could even think about writing. It was a fairly relaxed day. We got up around 9:00 and didn’t actually go anywhere until about 10:15.

We met up with some family members and we lounged around in the sun for a while.

Treva and I ate lunch at Johnny Rocket’s and, unfortunately, filled up on onion rings and fries before our burgers arrived. After lunch we made our way back to our deck chairs. The rest of the afternoon was spent lying out and tanning. I came in and napped for a while, then it was time to get ready for dinner.

It was the first of the two Formal nights. We got all dressed up, Treva looking exceptionally hot, and had a family portrait taken. I had a chilled pear soup, cesar salad, roasted duck, and strawberry cheesecake. Mmm, good stuff.

The post-dinner show was a 13 time Starsearch winner, singer and dancer, Kenny James. He was really good. Had the audience singing, dancing, and full of energy.

After the show, Treva, Danny, Katie, and I started a game of Phase 10 and ate pizza.

We wrapped up around 1:00 and crashed in preparation for today’s activities.

We dropped anchor around 8:00 at Labadee off Hispanola. This is a private island owned by Royal Caribbean. The island has a lot of beach areas, water sports, and a craft market.

We went over and hit the beach, scoping out a spot early, and looked around. After exploring the high pressure Marketplace Treva and I went for a swim. We had a wonderful time until…

I lost it.

No! Really. It. Is. Gone.

My wedding ring fell off in the ocean and got swept away before I could grab it. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! So. Not. Cool. At. All.

Some of my family scoured the sand where we were, but it was nowhere to be found.

Even still, it was a good time in the water. Treva is pretty sure it was her first time in the ocean and she was amusing herself by splashing me and seeking revenge for being dumped. I would like to point out that it took her, and my aunt Amy, to dunk me. Ha. Someone forgot to tell them I am a shark in water.

We left the water and got some food, american picnic style, then layed around on the beach until it was time to leave. There is, somewhere, a picture of Treva holding two, the lush, tropical drinks at the same time.

I’m just hanging out in the room now, relaxing before dinner. Think I might have to go find a snack.