Day Four

The lack of sleep and partying has finally caught up with me today. Think I’ll take things slow. And when I say “slow”, I mean run around like a chicken with its head cut off. LOL. I am constantly on the move at these conferences and retreats. I can rest when I get home.
An announcement came over the intercom that there was a person who needed to be air lifted from the ship. Of course, I ran to the deck the moment I heard a helicopter. It’s not every day you see a coast rescue team lift someone into the air.

They couldn’t land the copter on the ship, so it took them a while to pick up the passenger. As you can see, I was standing under the glass roof taking pictures and eating pizza. Hey, I was hungry.
I have never been so close to the bottom of a hovering helicopter. After many attempts, they lifted the passenger and everyone beneath the glass roof cheered.

That was the excitement of the day. Later on, FRW hosted a psychic night with cocktails. I was one of the tarot card readers along with Traci Hall and Toni Andrews. The readings went really well. I know many of my sitters were happy with the tarot messages.

I went to dinner while half of the group went to karaoke. At this stage, my lungs refused to sing any longer, so regretfully, I called it an early night.

Luckily, I went back to my room. The cruise porters were taking the luggage away for the next day. I just threw all my stuff into the bag and shoved it outside when the porter came with a nasty look that said I should have packed earlier. LOL. I shrugged my shoulders and yawned. Geez, I hope I left my some underwear out.

Tomorrow we make port in Miami. I’m going to miss this sweet cabin with a big bathroom. Gotta love a bathroom that doesn’t make you feel like you are stepping into a coffin just to bathe.
Time for bed…