Day I

Halfway between Houston and Jamaica


Dear Friend,

Today is the first full day between us. The first day that I’ve been at sea. Last night I tested alcohol on a level that I haven’t experienced since long before the surgery. ...oh liquor. Although I know that I shouldn’t be drinking and the sting of the alcohol on my throat was pretty uncomfortable, I needed to force the fun on this trip. MUST! HAVE! FUN!

An old friend (kind of), Brent Elliot, is on the ship. He smuggled in about 6 handles of whiskey onto the boat. This is good news for Jimmy, seeing as he is only 20 years old. Speaking of Jimmy-- he impressed me last night. After our gambling escapades, and drinking with Brent, we went to the “singles party”. Oh what a horrible sounding thing. Well, we all walked in (fairly hammered, as that is the only way that we would attempt to do such a thing), and there was NO one on the dance floor. Jimmy spotted out these girls, finished his drink, and then attempted to talk to them. He was doing fairly well. Chris and I were impressed. I was impressed so much, that I decided to join in. There I met Jillian.

Jillian is from Arizona, but goes to college in Chicago at some unknown school. She is reading “The Other Side of the River”, she enjoys hip hop, is majoring in Psychology and Political Science, she laughed when I said my favorite band is The National, and she wants to go into social work as a career. We talked for about an hour and a half about her friends at home, my book, her sister, why she likes the strokes, the cruise, etc. Needless to say, she was pretty fun. I’ve been told that I would make a shit load of friends, and I guess this is my first one.

This is day one,

Andy