HURRICANE IRENE IS STUPID.

CONTINUATION

Attention! The following record is a drastic dramatization of the occurrences on the Celebrity Summit.

Day 6

We leave as scheduled from King's Wharf Bermuda. A hushed tension permeates through the corridors as we travel in the direction of the storm. The deathly winds pass before us but there is a eerie contradiction going through my mind as we sail in the direction of the storm. As the island of Bermuda slowly disappears from view the sense of security begins to fade. The calm waves on the beaches and the soft breezes begin to fade into nothing but memories.

The show goes on like normal, but the boat begins to rock more and more as we head out into the sea that was just ravaged by the hurricane. It can only get worse.

Day 7

I awake to large motions on the boat. The boat is rocking slow, but in large sways from side to side. It becomes difficult to ascend the stairs. It's as though someone is playing with the gravity switch as I tread up and down the stairs. Sometimes I feel like I'm lifted off my feet and sometimes I feel like I'm pressed into the ground by a giant thumb.

The sight of the horizon moving several feet up and down in the windows begins to induce a feeling of sickness among some guests. Hushed whispers are heard around the buffet about vomit bags and seasickness pills. Some show a slight sense of panic as they rush to the comfort of their cabins. The motion gets larger.

As the afternoon comes, we sail directly into a cloud. The rain begins to pound the ship and the horizon disappears behind the mist. Slowly the windows are covered with huge droplets and the sight of the sea and sky is no longer visible. Guests and crew gather around the windows to witness the worrying sight.

As I sit in my cabin, the rocking motion begins to play tricks with my body. The sound of waves crashing against the hull of the ship can be heard like peals of thunder. The doors on the cabinets rattle violently each time a wave hits the ship. I peer at my water bottle, mesmerized by the continued tilting of the liquid in it. 

There is talk that the seas will only get rougher. 

On another note, this whole idea of a longer cruise is beginning to suck more and more. The fact that our programs are built around 7 day cruises means that a haphazard performance is put together for an extra day. That meant more doug cameron. We had to play a whole new show, and we have more for the farewell show which is now happening on Embarkation day which is normally day 1. It means extra work all around and it's not very nice. I'm used to my weekly schedule now.

But then again, it means only six day cruise next week. So there is light at the end of the tunnel. 

I never thought the day would come where my musicianship skills would be required to play 'Uptown Girl'. Tis a dark day in my musical career.

Day 8

The crew slept uneasily over the intense rocking of the boat. The seas remained rough and-

You know what, I can't keep this up. 

Our ship was more than 400 miles from the hurricane. We were barely involved in the entire ordeal. The seas were a little rougher in the wake of the hurricane but that was it. Some gentle rocking. Done and done.

This extra day cruise though is quite a hassle. It meant extra shows and extra material. Extra rehearsal.

These past two days have been long and particularly tiring. Not that playing music for 5 hours is a drag compared to all you office workers (HAHAHAAHA GOT YOU) but slap dash shows are never fun. 

The seas calmed down as we got closer to land. 

And that is my hurricane experience. BORING.

Day 9

Arrived back in bayonne. Nothing destroyed. No shattered windows. No demolished buildings.

The sun is shining in the sky. And the post hurricane weather is the most gorgeous I've had in Jersey so far. Irony.

Hopefully we'll get another one.

Woah did I just say that?

See you in Bermuda folks.