After 48 hours of nearly non-stop debauchery in Barcelona, we looked forward to what would surely be a nice, relaxing cruise with 2000 other like-minded, serenity-seeking gay men. Right.
Our very first glimpse of our cruise ship -- the "Brilliance of the Seas" -- as we approached by taxi.
Miguel and I registering for the cruise. Needless to say, Cher was blasting over the speakers in the terminal, setting the proper tone for the whole cruise.
Our stateroom #9256. Miguel had met other Atlantis cruisers while we were in Barcelona and bragged about how we had gone all out and gotten a
stateroom. How fancy! I guess I should have explained to Miguel beforehand that
all the cabins on a cruise ship are called "staterooms," so as to avoid the embarrassment of us coming across as even more white trash than usual.
The super-cool thing about our stateroom was, however, the fact that we had an exceptionally large balcony as a result of being on the port-aft (that's pretentious-speak for "left-rear") corner of the ship. Our balcony easily accommodated 2 lounge chairs, 2 sitting chairs, a table, etc. and had sweeping views off the back of the boat.
The outdoor pool. This was where it all went down: the dog-tag party, the white party, the toga party, the disco party, the 80's party, etc., etc.
Some more photos of the ship.
I'm particularly proud of this photo.
Our very first glimpse of our cruise ship -- the "Brilliance of the Seas" -- as we approached by taxi.
Miguel and I registering for the cruise. Needless to say, Cher was blasting over the speakers in the terminal, setting the proper tone for the whole cruise.
Our stateroom #9256. Miguel had met other Atlantis cruisers while we were in Barcelona and bragged about how we had gone all out and gotten a stateroom. How fancy! I guess I should have explained to Miguel beforehand that all the cabins on a cruise ship are called "staterooms," so as to avoid the embarrassment of us coming across as even more white trash than usual.
The super-cool thing about our stateroom was, however, the fact that we had an exceptionally large balcony as a result of being on the port-aft (that's pretentious-speak for "left-rear") corner of the ship. Our balcony easily accommodated 2 lounge chairs, 2 sitting chairs, a table, etc. and had sweeping views off the back of the boat.
The outdoor pool. This was where it all went down: the dog-tag party, the white party, the toga party, the disco party, the 80's party, etc., etc.
Some more photos of the ship.
I'm particularly proud of this photo.
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