How Not to Howl At the Moon

We left the port of Barcelona promptly at 6:00 pm local time.  No horn blowing, no confetti and streamers, no waving friends and family at the pier yelling "Bon Voyage".  One moment we were still and the next we were gliding out to the sea for the start of our cruise.

After a brief exploration of the ship, we went to the Irish pub for dinner.  I was thrilled to discover that Guinness is cheaper than the American beers onboard, and so had one with my chicken pot pie (which was delicious, by the way).  After dinner I quickly lost $20.00 at the casino on the $1 machine.  Then we wandered over to the comedy club, where a show was scheduled to start at 9:30 pm called "Howl at the Moon".  It revolved around dueling pianos and requests from the audience.  Every time I finished a Guinness, I'd look at my friends to see if they were ready to leave, but they would have just bought another drink, so I bought another Guinness.  And another...you get the idea.  At one point I was on the stage dancing to a Black Eyed Pea song I had requested.

Now, I tend to suffer from sea sickness.  I wore the wrist bands that are supposed to help, and I didn't have too much trouble last night.  This morning was another story.  I imagine the overdose of Guinness certainly helped, but I've been feeling like I have bed spins all day today.  Good thing we're still at sea.

But, it's time to dress for dinner now, and I feel halfway human.   No more howling at the moon for me - maybe the Ice Bar instead?  Or the Martini Bar?  Hmmm....how to decide?