Globe-girdling gone wrong
All expectation.
“Peeps, in case the food sucks”
“I think we’ve made a horrible mistake”
In Midtown, about 0.5 minutes into the cruise.
Smiles, to hide our dim sense of dread.
Memorizing poetry to avoid thinking about how we are being systematically robbed of every coin in our possession.
No sir, even you can’t cheer me up after my bout with gastroenteritis.
Theme park food is sweet manna from God after a dozen meals at the gruel buffet.
Still infinitely preferable to being onboard.
We survived a voyage up and down the Eastern Seaboard with 2,000 alcoholic suburbanites.
