Who’s ready for round 3!?!?
Refresher about me. 26, Singer on a European cruise ship, African American, 5’8”, lean/athletic build (thank you football and dance, lol). Gotten no complains on size(you make your own assumptions or just ask to see, lol). Without further ado, the third installment of my crazy first month on the ship.
So this story takes place about a week after my night with Anja give or take. Which means she’d since disembarked (at this point I was only half joking about the curse when I joked about it). Premier week had been over for awhile so we had more free time. Got to sleep in most mornings, and generally just had more time to relax. This also meant we had even more time to drink! The first month of our contract every single member of our cast was either drunk or blackout every night. I seriously can’t stress to you how crazy ship life is. And 4 out of the 6 of us were on our first contract so that just compounded it. It’s funny, when I left college and moved to NYC and started working in the restaurant industry as most aspiring performers do, I though for some reason that I would drink less(stupid, I know). I assumed I’d reached the top level though and that I would at least drink less on the ship(ha). So with that in mind let’s dive in!