by
Jesse Archer
I was a little concerned about doing an Atlantis Cruise, thought I might
feel trapped or something -- imagine! Despite a hideous cruise
director, Malcolm, it was all very duck to water fabulous. Everything
here is catered to the audience: from the entertainers to the parties,
even walking to your room - no Burt Bacharach playing this week; now
it's Kylie Minogue. And the Celebrity Equinox staff were loving this
charter. They usually deal with fat families and geriatrics and now
they're staying up all night dancing and taking lots of "you will never
believe this" photos. Bam took a tour of the ship, and they told him the
gay cruise eats less but drinks FOUR times as much as straight ones --
in fact, the ship doesn't have enough space to store all the booze.
So here's where all that booze went! A few weeks before sailing, they
send a list of theme parties - and everyone goes all out in the dress up
department. Nothing like being dressed up and dancing with all your
friends as you sail across the Mediterranean.
Of course we ended in the pool. Anita caught pneumonia before the
trip was through -- apparently pnuemonia is also known as excessive
partying.
Anita brought a gaggle of friends from NYC who are Broadway and American
Ballet Theatre dancers. We called them the "joy boys" and they were
very popular!
Wayne's luggage was lost by Lufthansa --- and all his hand
luggage was nothing but costumes. He had no boy clothes at all, just the one
outfit he flew in -
but he at least had his wig and cha-cha heels!!
His luggage caught up with us in Sicily, but Lufthansa was giving him a
per day clothing allowance, so let's just say he was running in the
opposite direction of his suitcase.