As you may or may not know, (really, if you do know, you’re either a stalker, a regular twitter follower, or related to me, and if you don’t know, congratulations to you for having a life) 2 weeks ago I went on a cruise with my mom’s lady-family and Your Aunt Becky tagged along.
That whore-mouthed hooker and I are pretty much BFF now even though she doesn’t own a DVR. Well, we were before the cruise, but having only started chatting with her over IM in the last few months, I wasn’t sure if she was MY BFF material. You never know. She could have been a major craycray and annoying in person.
Sure she seems all normalish/crazy online. Sure she cusses me out and calls me names over IM. Sure we’d professed our loves for one another having never met in actual real life.
But in person? Would she be clingy? Have a wandering eye I couldn’t get past? Talk incessantly about her awesomeness? Insult my ability to eat 2 chili hot dogs in under 4 minutes?
Thank Goddess she did none of these things.
She and I, we’re like peas and bologna. We just go together.
Because we had the most awesomesauce time on the cruise together, we’re going again.
And EVERYONE is invited.
Unless I hate you. And if I hate you, you already know it, so don’t even be worrying if it’s you, cause if you’re worrying if it’s you I hate, it’s not you. You’d know it. You wouldn’t wonder. Cause really, there’s only like 4 people in the whole world that I hate.
Start thinking ahead to March 2011.
Start thinking about Port Canaveral, 30 minutes from Orlando.
Start thinking about a cruising buddy.
Start thinking about putting down a measly $100 deposit for your place on the boat.
Start thinking about childcare (cause really, I don’t hate to say it, but we don’t really want your kids on our cruise. not even yours. not even mine. and i know for sure becky doesn’t want hers near her on the boat.)
Start thinking about cruising with me and Your Aunt Becky for less than the cost of any Blog/Social Media/New Media Conference to Learn New Stuffs to Make My Blawg Even Better Than Dooce’s Meetup.
Start thinking about matching t-shirts! and laying in the sun! and margaritas! and no kids! and feeling up Becky! and never-ending free room service!
More details will come when we quit yammering about Dexter, Glee, and whiney husbands children. Details will be here and on her blog sooner than later. I promise, you will have time to plan.
Aunt Becky’s Family Reunion.
At least thinking about it?