I woke up this morning to the banging and clanging of pots and pans and whistles as the crew marched up and down our hallways to beckon us up to the 7th deck. It was a blast. How often do you get woken up at 0730 to party out in the middle of the ocean? So we all gathered onto the outside deck to await the arrival of King Neptune, who was greatly angered by our crossing the equator without his permission. To pass our initiation we were showered with fish guts and forced to kiss a fish. The other tradition is to shave your head, which many did, girls and guys alike. Our ship is going to look like a Make A Wish Foundation ship when we reach our next port. Perhaps a party filled with fish guts and freshly shaved hair flying around doesn't sound like your cup of tea, but we were all ecstatic. It's a right of passage after all.
Lunch time came around and after nice long showers we ambled down to the dining hall to find (drumroll please), it's also Taco Day! Taco day is all anyone ever talks about. Because they are the few and seldom days that we are served something besides pasta and potatoes. And they were the most glorious tacos ever! (Yes, I stopped being a vegetarian for an afternoon. That's how excited I was for real food).
Oh yes, and as for whether or not I'm currently rocking a bald head, I guess you'll just have to sweat that one out.
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