To Cruise Or Not To Cruise, That Is The Question...Again

So, here I am, staring another cruise ticket sale in the face. (I also think it's ironic that my last post was the day that the last cruise docked.... Less than 3 months ago, FYI.) I am staring at this sale date with mixed emotions and a little anxiety. Who am I kidding? A lot of anxiety. Dude, it's a lot of money to spend for a boat ride with some boys.

But, here's what. I passed on the cruise two years in a row. The first year I was just not sure how it was going to be. Was it going to be four days of craziness? Four days of being pushed around because of someone else's hopes of getting Face Time? Four days of shrieks and shouts ringing in my ears? Four days of sea-sickness and misery? So, I passed. I thought that it would be my worst nightmare and left it at that.

The next year I decided at the eleventh hour that I just didn't have the money. And what money I did have was better spent elsewhere. It didn't make sense as a (somewhat) responsible adult to put that much money toward four days of frivolity. So, I passed again.

I regretted it both times. I wished I was there for the games and the shows. I wished I had seen Donnie "pull the cream" or play poker. I wish I had seen Jon sing at the deck party. I wish I had seen Joe's performance in the piano bar. I wished I was on the beach, laying by the pool, chillin' in the hot tub. I wished I was at the bar or running around the Lido Deck. Both years, I wished I was on the boat. I even tried clicking my heels together three times, but I guess I just didn't have the right shoes on.

This year, I know not to regret. Yes, I may wish that I put that money towards something else, a bill or groceries. But, that regret will not be as strong as the regret that I didn't go.

Thus, I begin my Cruise Ride.

Hopefully I get on the boat.