So we grabbed a cab from the hotel to the port of Miami. Our driver - Mr. I Know Everything/I've Been Driving 12 Years - says, "What ship?" We say, "Oceania - Bay 59 West." He tells Joe, "You can stop talking now." How I wish I could say that. I mean, I CAN say that, but it would meet with a death ray look.
Anyway, our driver takes us down to the port and immediately tries to drop us about two ships away from where we need to be. We try to tell him he's at the wrong spot, but he isn't listening...he knows everything, right. Finally, he figures out where we should be. I mean, there's a big ship there. It's pretty hard to miss. It's the only one that has an Oceania logo. REALLY? You can't tell the difference between Oceania and Disney??? You haven't been driving 12 years, you've been driving 12 minutes. Sigh.
We go through the procedural check in stuff, BUT OUR ROOM ISN'T READY YET! Then why did you tell me to get here at 1 o'clock??? Mama needs a drink (apparently, don't I always?).
We settle into the bar on the pool deck and almost immediately meet up with a fellow Coloradoan. I'm feeling better already!
Ah! We're in the room, we have a lovely balcony, we have drinks. Welcome aboard! If I can survive muster, it's on to dinner! AND, we have the unlimited drink package...life is awesome!!!
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