Moons over My Hammie

A number of years ago, while on spring break in Key West, our group of girls went out for a much needed greasy breakfast at Perkins. Amanda was dragging following a rough night that included a girl-fight over a boy, a fit of rage, car keys thrown off a hotel balcony and more liquor than any one person should drink . She was hurting that morning and had very little voice left in her. When asked for her breakfast order, Amanda whispered "moons over my hammie." The waitress paused for a moment to process the quiet whisper she just heard, then nodded to our "special" friend, "Oh, you're going to Miami?" Hehe.

We didn't go that day, but tomorrow morning, Mike and I fly south on a mission to find those missing 27 degrees.

Mike is a saint for his continued tolerance of my cold-weather complaining. He gave me a gift at Christmas - the printout of an itinerary for a 3-night Bahamian cruise aboard the Norwegian Sky. I am SO freakin giddy! Miami will be rainy and upper 60s, with Nassau in the low 70s. Not at all hot, but almost 100 degrees warmer than Minnesota!

My coworkers have been generous with their cruise advice.

Coworker #1:

• Conduct any heated couple discussions in your room
• Do not drink too much on the deck, do all of your heavy drinking indoors

Coworker #2:

• Pack a swimsuit and shorts in a carry-on, once on the boat, luggage is collected and not delivered until late
• Be prepared to tip EVERYONE at the end of the cruise
• Wash hands or use sanitizer regularly - colds and sickness run rampant

Funny how their advice provides insight to their cruise experiences. While Coworker #2 is very practical, what the hell happened with the first coworker??

I'm off to pack! (and leave you with this song...)

Bouncing in the club where the heat is on, all night on the beach til the break of dawn...I'm goin to Miami. Bienvenidos a Miami.