Have you ever been on a cruise? I’ve just taken my very first cruise (a mini-one). It was almost over before it began, but not before I got to feel like life is all about cruising, not rushing – just being (not to mention laughing).
Did I mention drinking (just a little bit of wine)?
When you cruise you’re going somewhere fast, but it feels like you are going so slowly that you may as well just be drifting along. All at sea – only content.
I cruised with my mum, sister, aunts and girl cousins – eight of us ‘girls’ – hence the wine and the laughter (copious amounts of both).
“Chardonnay!” was the squeal of the on-board comedian, in his gag about a ‘girls’ night out. He went on, and on, shrieking – “Semillon, Champagne, Chandelier, Clementine, Clandestine, Turpentine,” as he mimicked the cries of a gaggle of girls, tanked and on the move to the next party spot, no-one stopping to help the (use David Attenborough voice here) ‘injured female of the species’ with a broken heel.
It was hilarious, and we laughed, and laughed, like there was no tomorrow, and no other place to be, other than cruising.
Two of my aunts met a retired couple who had cruised for 1,500 days on the same ship – now that’s an ‘unreal’ life, or is it?
The real meaning of life might just be cruising, for a while at least.
And laughing loudly.
Back in one of our cabins, as we primed for the evening’s adventures with Champagne (maybe it was only mid-afternoon), my sister came up with the bright idea to film a mock fight, with her camera on slow-motion. My mum and one of my cousins rose admirably to the acting challenge, with others interjecting less reliably. And while I tried to act the part, I mostly collapsed in fits of laughter. It felt good.
We laughed on the dance floor. We giggled while people watching. We donned funny glasses and sung silly songs to celebrate my aunt’s 70th birthday. We replayed the ‘Chardonnay’ gag in shrieks of mirth as our running joke for the rest of the trip.
It was short – two nights on the cruise and one in Sydney, but it was sweet.
I’d been a bit worried that a shared genetic heritage of a propensity to criticise might turn things into a bit of an Irish Catholic guilt trip, but there was no room for judgment or competition amidst the chatter and the laughter.
There was only room for family and fun. And gratitude, to be just cruising.
All too soon it was over, as short girl’s getaways are wont to be, and I flew back home to the warmest of welcomes from the kids (and hubby).
And now reality, even though I’ve had moments since getting off the boat where I’ve felt wonky – the earth seeming to move under me, having grown so quickly accustomed to the roll of the ship. Those wobbly moments are a reminder not to take for granted the opportunity to spend time with family, to cruise, to laugh – to never underestimate the importance of laughter. To always be grateful.
Girls weekends are great for the soul, don’t you reckon – when was the last time you enjoyed one? When was the last time you laughed so hard you (almost) wet yourself? Or did you really wet yourself?!
Linking up with Essentially Jess for a Tuesday IBOT.