Sista..... Stand Up!

Amoungst the moments of sunning myself in the Bahama sun, I realise how much time I spend being anxious about something or another back at home.... The main cause being not being in the presant. Always worrying about, today, tomorrow, next week,next year. Planning, schedules, lists, totally fretin' and forgetting how to enjoy what is happening in front of me. Even now, it's the last 2 days of the cruise and my mind is wondering back to London and all the bullshit 'shoulds' waiting for me. One of the things I have learnt on this trip is to accept the gift of the present! Acknowledging the chatter that races through my mind but not getting attached to what is there until I really need to. I have'nt read as much as I wanted to but but I did find time to write. My love of writing has sent me on several voyges, asking myself questions about what I want from life and re-steering my everyday existance towards my happy ending. Down deep, I know there is still so much more for me to do and life still had few more surprises for me. During your life, you can choose to be ordinary or extr-ordinary? The extra on frount of extrodinary represents all the extra little things you do to reach your goal. They don't have to big things, just consistant and heart felt. 'Mama Heaven' will take care of the rest.......

This trip has helped me reconnect to Rene also, remembering how and why we fell in love. We touched and looked at each other differently and the tenderness was out in abundance. Last night I made up my mind to have some extra special 'night food' so I showered early and while he was in there I slipped into a red satin underwear set from Agent Provocature that he had bought for me on our first Valentines day as a couple. I slipped on the red feather mules I bought to match and took some pictures of myself before I heard the shower switch off. I remember thinking this would be a great night if we were trying for a baby. That time will have its day. No need to tell you what happen next :-)

I went to get a drink at the bar after a long sun session and was very annoyed that my drink receipt showed that a percentage of what I had paid was tip. These people are obsessed with tipping! Now correct me if I'm wrong, but my idea of what a tip is is to pay extra for a service you feel was well done? Now I dont mind paying a tip if its my choice but NOT for it to be taken automatically. We had already shelled out enough money for this cruise part of which we had to to pay for compulsary gratuatis and now I am a little annoyed that we have to fork out even more for every little thing we buy on board! So even if you get shite service they still chare you the grtuatis!! What kind of bullshit is that! Is anyone with me on this??

It's a Royal Carribbean cruise trip starting in Miami, around the Bahamas, then to Key West and ending back in Miami to fly home. We get onto the boat pretty quickly and find our cabin which is small but clean and cosy. I am amazed at the boat size and still have no idea how something so mighty can float on water! Once we unpack a little, we have a nozy round. This place is like a massive shopping mall and you would never know you were on water if it were not the gentle movement of the water beneath you. There was a theatre show, bingo, a casino, gym, shopping Yoga, a large pool and spa, the list is endless. Lots to do but all I really want to do is soak up as much sun as possible before we get back to freezing England!

With most of the honeymoon over and only a few days left on the cruise thoughts of home start to creep back into my head. Everytime I leave home on holiday, I vow to do things differently when I get back. Somehow, I always seem to get sucked back into the madness and end up not doing the creative things I really want to do... I dont want to spend too much time thinking about home before its time so I focus on enjoying the sun, sea and whatever else might pop up on the cruise.

We would only be hear from a few days so we wanted to pack as much in as possible. I checked out the gay scene to see if there was anything intersting happening. Unfortunately we missed the huge weekly drag night but there was a great sex museum (World Erotic Art Museum)in town that we just had to visit! There were also some great bars that we would hit tomorrow.

The pool in the hotel was a little rough so we went across the road to the beach before heading down to the Sex Museum. This place was amazing. It was some old pensioner called Naomi Wilzig whose son was into erotic art and got her into it too!! The place was heaving with numerous sexual artifacts. Historical along with tonge in cheek pieces. The funniest thing I liked, was a large four poster bed with each collum shaped into 4 gigantic wooden penises! There was also this masturbating bench which vibrated with a huge noisy fallic metal erection in the middle which moved up and down quite agressively. The museum owner told us that she aquired it from an old porn set where the ladies would lower themselves onto the fallic piece! She switch the machine on and we all laughed as the metal dick shunted forwards and backwards! If you fancy a sneaky peak at some of the pieces you can check it out at www.weam.com

Dinner in the evening also turned out to be just as entertaining as our lunch time gallavant. There was this huge bar/club which was buzzing with loud music and beautiful people. The bar staff were all stunning, tanned and looked Mexican/Brazilian. They spent just as much time pouring cocktails as they did cavorting on top of the bars. We had dinner upstairs then sat and people watched.

Right below us at the bar we noticed a female couple (one of whom was extremly butch) who were in flirtatious conversation with a black female bartender. She too was gorgeous of course! I gestured over to Rene to look to see if anything was going on there.... After a few minutes observing, we made out that the butch one was trying to chat up the bar tender and she was just stringing her along and teasing her. The butch one was clearly drunk and after a few exchanges proceeded to flash her sagging, wrinkly breasts to her and the rest of us!!! We laughed so hard we could not belive our eyes!! the bar tender was clearly shocked but this did not stop her flirting further!! We kept watching and she did it again!!!! I wouldn't have minded if they had been pert and full but Lord, someone needs to tell that women to keep those wrinkly sacks of spuds where they belong!!!

These few days here have been the best days of the honeymoon so far and we still have the cruize to go before we head home.... to be honest, I didn't care if the cruse was aload of shite as this Miami experience was beyond fabulous!!!!