It's go time.

Well, after a long week of getting last minute things done and saying goodbye, I'm off to Miami. in 12 hours I'll be having a margarita at some Tiki bar with waitresses dressed as mermaids. Or at least that's how it works in my head, in all likelyhood I'll be staring at the wall of a Marriott half dead to nerves.

Anyhow my medical results got done a day early, which was the cause for a lot of relief; apparently I'm not chock-full o' diseases and am kosher to go on the boat. I got to watch my orientation video yesterday, and to be honest it's not bad.

The one thing I'll miss most about life here in Chicago is getting that random phone call from friends at 11:00pm when they're drunk, or at 11:00am when they'd like to be drunk. For instance last night ZJD called me kinda out of the blue, and even though he was in a noisy bar it was just nice to hear from him. On the ship, there shall be no such dramatic interludes. Phone calls besides emergencies will be limitted to only when I'm in port, unless I feel like paying an arm and a leg to talk to you. Which I don't.

Alright, off to pack up the last of my crap and get on a plane: Next update from the Liberty of the Seas!