Ring in the Drama!

New Years Eve was fun for us... we ended up doing the Hornblower excursion, complete with dinner and dancing. At midnight we saw the great fireworks show over the city, from the boat. It was a lot of fun and a nice, romantic way to spend our last childless new year eve.

However, the evening was not without drama. My best friend avoids making any plans on "high expectation" nights like new years because of the "inevitable" letdown. Well, I was able to witness this letdown first-hand with two separate, but equally intoxicated and humorously wicked couples.

The first was in line for the boat. The woman behind us looked like she came right out of Playboy. She was really attractive, fake boobs, fake blond hair, etc. Her boyfriend was not as attractive, but isn't that almost always the case? Grant tells me they are in a 415v, code for a verbal altercation (the neat thing about us both knowing codes is that we can talk about other people when they least suspect it!). Anyway, the fight was pretty bad. She didn't want to go on the cruise (no cheap trip, either, tickets were nearly 200 bucks a piece). She wanted to hang out with her friends. So, she ditched him. Poor guy went back to the counter to see about getting a refund, but they don't do refunds, so he was out of luck. Grant noted, you always pay with women like that.

The second encounter was with the drunk white-trash couples sitting next to us. First of all, both women were in their 40s and somehow managed to squeeze into ill-fitting 1990 satin prom dresses. Not a pretty sight. One of the husbands text messaged his ex-wife before dinner and all shit broke loose. His current wife got up and threw her chair and had a major meltdown. I watched with great amusement, but the older gentleman on the other side of their table was not amused. He told the husband, "can't you make your wife shut the fuck up?" Wow, that was great, especially because the guy looked like an old British dude from an Agatha Christy novel; not the one you'd expect to be starting a confrontation with a drunk white trash dude 30 years his junior!

The guy, although highly annoyed (at this point the wife had thrown about 4 tantrums) said, "Hey, what do you want me to do, throw her off the boat?" At which point Grant said, "Yeah, that would be great." Ha. I had to remind Grant that he was on a date and that starting a fist fight would land him in the brig...For a moment though, I think he was excited about the possibility of knocking someone out. Well, those two ended up fighting somewhere else on the cruise ship and we had a nice, peaceful evening.

One thing I learned about dancing pregnant (I haven't danced since I was 5 months) is that my belly is big and I bounce off my partner. Grant, of course, thought the bouncing was funny, so he purposely stuck his belly out so that I would repel off of it after every turn. After a while, I felt like a teatherball and we went upstairs to watch the city from the top of the boat. I think that was Grant's plan after all!

Next new year eve I am planning on returning to our tradition of doing nothing. Maybe renting a drama rather than watching it live. And definitely having some champagne!