You’re looking at the approximate reason I haven’t been posting daily. There have been a few nights where “a drink” turns into looking around wondering why it’s three or eight in the morning. (The next day is mostly spent sitting still in a cafe and hoping I remember to get up early and hike NEXT week.) There was also a crew party one night that ended with drunk-babysitting and spending the next couple days untangling ship-rumors about what went on. That was a bit of a mess.

Last night was late, but fairly innocent. I was sitting next to a dancer at dinner, and we got into a 3 1/2 hour conversation on every topic from spoken language to sexuality. After that, I was dragged into the staff bar for an angry rant, followed by a game of Pictionary with some friends, and a long talk with Liz. If this keeps up, I’m not sure when I’m going to find time to pack.