{"id":70,"date":"2009-02-08T11:56:43","date_gmt":"2009-02-08T16:56:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/scatteredflurries.com\/?p=70"},"modified":"2011-07-03T14:22:14","modified_gmt":"2011-07-03T19:22:14","slug":"so-long-and-thanks-for-all-the-genetic-material","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/scatteredflurries.com\/?p=70","title":{"rendered":"So long, and thanks for all the genetic material!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Oy, getting so far behind! <\/span>Suffice it to say for now that Ships \u2018n Dip was awesome, and I\u2019m still recovering. <\/span>(Not from booze, just from late hours, rocking out, and a quite tender throat.) <\/span>I will be posting about that in a day or two. <\/span>I would do it now, but it\u2019s going to be fairly epic, and since there are pictures to post (and possibly even video, if I get really crazy), it\u2019ll have to wait until I hit a port with some good internet.<\/p>\n

So for now, let\u2019s get caught up to the start of Ships \u2018n Dip, shall we?<\/p>\n

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As you\u2019ll recall, the \u2018rents were on that cruise. <\/span>For our last day in port, at St. Lucia, we did the Soufriere and Piton Falls excursion. <\/span>It was a scenic drive, several lovely views of the Piton mountains, and a nice little dip in a hot springs pool. <\/span>Mind you, the driving time to enjoyment time ratio was pretty stinky (the drive was still scenic on the return, but having seen everything before and making no stops made for much nodding off on the hour-and-a-half it took), but no regrets.<\/p>\n

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That night, we performed our improv shows, with my parents watching for the first time in years. <\/span>By my choice, of course: though the policy has softened over the years, I\u2019m still somewhat reticent about having friends and family in my audiences (not counting performing friends, of course). <\/span>And while the policy still generally holds, it was a pretty good show, and the folks went away happy. <\/span>As a cast, we\u2019ve mentally accepted but haven\u2019t quite internalized that the crowds we\u2019re going to have will be quieter (read: older and smaller) than we\u2019ve gotten used to. <\/span>But we\u2019re keeping our swagger, and hey, not that long \u2018til Spring Break.<\/p>\n

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Then a couple of sea days. Some nice conversations with the family, a viewing of Cirque Bijou (the folks were suitably impressed), and a goodbye meal with the cast at Mama\u2019s Italian Kitchen. <\/span>It was my second time at Mama\u2019s, and I must confess to being a tad disappointed; I am certainly looking forward to a visit to Marcello\u2019s for pizza and Vinnie\u2019s Paninis for a chicken parm sandwich shortly after my return. <\/span>(Don\u2019t get me wrong, I miss people too\u2026)<\/p>\n

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Then came the tearful goodbye. <\/span>Well, they cried. <\/span>I\u2019m dead inside. <\/span>Of course, we did it at night, as I wasn\u2019t sure I was going to see them in the morning, but sure enough, they were there at breakfast, so I made them cry twice. <\/span>I\u2019m good like that.<\/p>\n

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Then a fairly uneventful day in Miami, though I did bump into Alice on the street and ended up retreating with her to Sedici\u2019s, where Ian and some other cast members of theirs were doing the coffee-and-internet thing. <\/span>Some nice catching up, and since it turns out we\u2019re in Miami together every two weeks, hopefully there are group activities ahead.<\/p>\n

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And that brings us to Ships \u2018n Dip.<\/p>\n

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In anticipation of the next post\u2019s audio-visual wizardry, please enjoy some visual confirmation of what I\u2019ve written: <\/span>(Oh, and I\u2019m just holding my glasses behind my back, lest anyone fear that I\u2019ve lost an arm. <\/span>I promise if I lose an arm, I will post about it, if only to practice my fancy new typing.)<\/p>\n\n\t\t