Royal Ca-ramped, I Am

Happy Thanksgiving! The other Americans and I are currently chilling at a bar in Mexico enjoying the sun (or in my case, the shade). For lunch we went to a restaurant called La Choza and had some margaritas and fajitas. DELICIOUS. Today we were supposed have a run through of the other production show "Music In Pictures," which is sort of an amalgamation of music from movies set to dancing, but the DAT machine that sinks the metronome and music was malfunctioning, so they had to cancel the whole thing and move it to tomorrow. This left us with plenty of time to explore Cozumel and relax.

I wrote this entry on the 13th, and am far too lazy to look it over and see if parts of it don't make sense anymore.

My room is small. If I wasn’t so prepared for this fact, I might have been pretty upset by the size of my cabin, but luckily I had been made aware of the danger beforehand. As I write, “Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince” is playing in the background of my laptop (still playing, not playing again), which is hanging off the edge of my desk/nightstand. In general, everything in the room is almost big enough.

“Put it down Bella. We mustn’t touch what isn’t ours.”

                        -Severus Snape

All my stuff just barely, perfectly, snuggly fits in the space I have, but the bathroom is pretty difficult to navigate. The bathroom isn’t separated into a toilet zone, shower zone, and sink zone. It’s all made of linoleum because the whole joint gets wet during a shower, despite the curtain. This is especially true when, like this morning, the showerhead falls off its clasp and goes frolicking around the whole bathroom.

“How much is this?”

“5 galleons!”

“How much for me?”

“5 galleons!”

“I’m your brother!”

“…10 Galleons!”

                        -The Weasley Brothers

I am still in the process of finding a spot on the ship that is quiet and more comfortable than my room for working on the blog and, of course, the next Weeping Willards album. Tomorrow we’ll be arriving in Cozumel, Mexico, our first port after New Orleans. I’ll be back many, many more times before the end of my contract, so I’m in no hurry to fully explore the place and buy souvenirs. However, I would love to take all suggestions on what kind of souvenirs I should start collecting from the places I visit once I settle into the rhythm of things.

I really wanted not to venture too far from the topic of the blog, but I just have to tell you how work was today (besides training, which is boring.) When I came back from a training session at 6:45, there was a note and piece of music taped to my cabin door. The note said, “Please meet me backstage in your tux at 7:30 sharp…we need to learn a fanfare for Capt. Cocktail”

So I put on my tux and went backstage to listen to the end of a Motown show. At the end, Steven, the other trumpet player, quickly taught me the harmony line for a fanfare, which sounded much like the Olympic fanfare that would introduce the captain. We went to the promenade, which is the main, central street where the majority of the shops, bars and restaurants are, and took our places next to a bridge that crosses over the center, above the guests’ heads. We walked out to a huge crowd and played the fanfare to one side, then to the other, and walked off. Theoden would have felt properly introduced. Just saying…