Weather can make a bad time worse
I woke up on the final day determined to keep the good times going, with or without Bea Arthur. Today we were anchoring just off a tiny Bahamian island and boating over to enjoy sun and daiquiris. You don't need friends for that!
But Mother Nature wanted to play cheerleader to my mathlete. And so, she churned up the seas, making it impossible for the transfer boats to get us to the island. Instead, the ship headed back out to international waters, the staff opened the casino, and additional, uncensored debauchery ensued. Did anyone seem to mind? Hell no. Drinks were discounted and store merchandise brought out -- people shopped and drank and danced and gabbed and generally toasted a cruise well cruised.
Me? I went to the casino in search of the MPDBs. But couldn't find them -- it's a big boat. Maybe they were avoiding me? Nah. And so I hit the slots. And lost $200. And headed back to my cabin early. And, um, read.
Introverts need not apply
So what's my verdict on cruising alone? I think you probably already know, right?
I totally get the allure of the cruise. Bring some slaphappy besties, spring for all the booze you can imbibe, and commit to a relaxing vacay. But for me, a solo cruise was like revisiting my freshman year of high school -- at sea. No friends, mediocre lunches, reading as respite, and a general sense that I was doing it wrong while everyone else around me had a great time. Unlike more adventure-focused travel, where a person's single status can prove a positive -- no itineraries! Exploring new locales on your own terms! -- a floating fun orgy forces you to assimilate. Also, you're trapped on a boat!
It wasn't the cruise -- it was me. Shipping out solo might be a fine option for extroverts who can spark up conversation with a pool chaise, but until I tap into that inner cheerleader and learn to befriend whoever stands before me, I won't be donning my sea sequins anytime soon.
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Meaghan Agnew is a Boston-based writer who pets strange dogs with impunity. Follow her on Twitter: @meaghandeth.