Just hours before boarding the cruise, a few folks in our group informed the rest of us of the following news story, which occurred weeks before, on the exact ship we were about to spend the weekend on:
"September 2nd, 2005
Three workers die on board Royal Caribbean cruise ship:
While doing routine maintenance aboard a docked Royal Caribbean cruise ship Friday a container of raw sewage spilled, releasing methane gas and killing three workers..."
We laughed at the story, renamed the trip from the "Booze Cruise" to "Death Boat 2005," and wondered if all of us would make it back alive. If the methane gas didn't kill us, then the amount of alcohol consumed possibly would.
It's now Monday, I'm back on land (although it still feels like the ground is rocking back and forth a little when I walk), and am happy to report that, at last count, we came back with only one man down. Out of our group of 23 people, Jim hadn't made it out when we left, and that was only because they hadn't called his color to leave yet. We saw him at breakfast and he was very much alive, so neither the methane gas nor the alcohol claimed anyone in the group. It may have debilitated us for a good day or so, but we are okay otherwise.
The trip was a blast, and I'm glad so many people were able to celebrate Liam's 30th birthday with him. We mostly drank, ate, drank some more, danced, hung out at the pool and drank even more. Fun times and lots of laughs, it's too bad that this stae-shun iz clozed!