This is where it all went downhill. We parked ourselves on loungers at the pool and lined up them drinks. It basically went: Pool, lounger, sunblock, drink in pool, drink (or get refill), Repeat.
Wynand got into the pool next to us and GSB and I thought right then was as good a time as any to get Bokkie to do her dare that so had elluded so strategically the night before. We have her a holler and got her to come to the (baby) pool.
When she realised the reason we'd wanted her to come over so bad she was having none of it. So what did GSB promptly do? She blurted out: “Wynand…she’d (pointing to Bokkie) like to Wynand your Olivier!”
I’m not quite sure he knew where to put his face and whether or not to laugh. But he laughed hard and the 3 of us were in absolute hysterics.
We then decided it was time to play a game of ‘Shotgun.’ You see, I invented a special rule years ago that applies to ‘Shotgun’. When calling shotgun you have got to touch it to call it. So we were ‘shotgunning’ guys and touching them to call them. Bokkie thought she needed to make up for going to sleep early the night before. Poor blokes must have thought she was a complete loon as she sidled up to them and called: “Shotgun! Touching it to call it!”
The day got hotter and the sea was apparently too rough for the Sinfonia to anchor at the Portuguese Island or at least that was the excuse we got. I firmly believe the real reason for not allowing the trip to the island was the fact that everyone on the ship was severely intoxicated and people would probably have been left unconscious on the island unable to board the ship again.
We danced on deck for hours in the sun to the awesome booty shaking sounds of DJ Fresh, Euphonic, DJ Milkshake, Erica Elle and got our first taste of the now famous 5fm playlisted hit 'Show dem' by JR with HHP. We had sufficient sun-scorch and video evidence to prove it. I await this video with baited breath!
We eventually dragged ourselves down to the cabin in the hope that we’d actually make it to dinner that evening. This time neither of us girls really bothered about our curly hair and left it au naturale. We glammed up in the nights theme of ‘Black and Gold’ ala Millers theme colours. And we actually made dinner on time.
It was quite an experience, since it was the first time in 3 nights I’d actually even seen the inside of the restaurant. On the way there from our cabin we'd of course mad a scene singing all sorts of profanity down the corridors.
We toasted with Millers and our maracas to a very successful cruise thus far. To be honest we were all pretty 'toasted' ourselves, at this point. The dinner was edible, thought I'm sure offered a plate of dog food we may have obliged as right then all we were looking for was something to line our stomach's ahead of the rest of the nights debauchery.
I was extremely surprised that we didn't get kicked out for being complete animals while toasting ourselves again, for about the 65th time in 15 minutes. This time we toasted in true style, with a little bit of JC le Roux, courtesy of Bok.
Once the formalities (ha!) of dinner were complete, we headed out to the action, very promptly flashing our VIP bands to get yet another drink. Thought the night is somewhat a blur from that point on, except for another Super Mario Pizza Experience, me buying a round of Red Bull & Vodka's costing $60/R450 and no one drinking them, and Vig challenging Skully and Nash to a 'saartjie' (or strawpedo for those not afay with the vernac) at Midnight with Nash chickening out.
Also vaguely remember getting the Golfer's cabin card (which coincidentally wasn't hard as I was perched on his lap) and getting the GSB and Bokkie to come cabin crashing with me at 5am. Lets just say this didn't go down to well and a number of expletives were mumbled by one of the cabin-mates. The others must have just been enthralled by the three hot biatches that had stormed their cabin.
Golfer arrived and made peace with angry mate but we decided we were already over them and headed to the bow of the ship to watch the sun rise. It wasn't long 'til we were shoo-ed by the Captain and scurried back inside.
Vig was fast asleep in the cabin and didn't take very kindly to us arriving back in the cabin in our full drunken splendour. "You girls are so f*cking inconsiderate. Shut the f*ck up, some of us are trying to sleep." This of course sent us into fits of laughter, as it would.
The trip of our lives was sadly done.
We woke up exhausted and hanging like witches in Salem in the 1700/1800's.
It took forever for us to be called to disembark and head through customs. Everyone looked pretty sombre - evidence that there wasn't a person that hadn't gone 'balls to the wall' the entire weekend.
All in all there were 89 000 units of Miller sold and 2000 patrons on board. Yes, that's right, thats 15 Millers per person per day.
Rumour has it that the only beverage left on board was a 1 x 24 case of Sprite cans and it took 6 hours for the next Patrons to begin to board.
And no, no one we knew on the trip nor anyone we met saw ANYONE 'getting it on' on the deck in full view of everyone. People were just jealous they weren't on the trip.
8015 OUT!
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