Day 1 -- San Diego. Unfortunately I didn't get many photos; too busy having fun at Lego Land:
It's always kind of odd being back in our old town, where Rob and I lived just BC. Once we realized we could be parents, we were out of there so quickly. One day it was a wonderful place to live and the next we wanted to hurry "home" to be by family in Utah, of all places :-). Now going to San Diego feels like visiting someone else's past; I feel more like a tourist. We did eat at one of our favorite places, though, Pizza Bella in Old Town; I'd recommend it (get the salad with the pesto dressing and a pizza with the works, good stuff).
Day 2 -- At Sea. We boarded the ship:Waited at the pool to greet friends as they trickled on:
Became floatation devices:
and then went to the show:
She told a kid's joke that night that Brian has been telling everyone he's met since:
What did the one duck say to the other duck?
And the other duck said "Hey! I was just going to say that."
Eh, it's funnier when he tells it...
Day 3 At Sea -- Just relaxed at the pool, ah:
Day 4 -- Cabo. Brian didn't want to get near the things, but I have to add this picture of our all-too brave Alan:
That dolphin took him about 40 yards arround the enclosure and he screamed with joy nearly the whole way. I rode it too, by hanging onto the dorsal fin. It was an experience of a lifetime for this human (and just another day at the office for our dolphin friend).
Brian wouldn't touch this either:
Strange how twins can be so different, even when raised the same. When Brian is afraid, it's of real life what-ifs; when Alan is afraid, it's of his imagination. Brian has never had a nightmare I've known of and sleeps with all lights off, but is very cautious. Alan keeps the closet light on and two night lights, and shows up in our bed almost every night, but is daring sometimes to danger in the real world. Shows how much personality you come with, I suppose.
Day 5 -- Mazatlan. The kids went to the beach with Grandma and Grandpa and Rob and I had a zip-line date:
Nothing says romance like heights and speed, right? The Tequilla factory was pretty, though:
Day 6 -- Puerto Vallarta. The beach, Yeah! We all love the beach. It's so easy there to find this sort of look on your kid's face:
Day 7 -- At Sea. It was Superheroes Night. Wish I had a better picture, but:
That's a couple of Buzz Lightyears. The ship was full of Spidermen, Super Girls, and Power Rangers. The battles that ensued in the main dining area were epic in proportions.
Day 8 -- At Sea. I spent most of this day going to various on ship events. I'll post on the teen panel later. I just wanted to throw this picture in for Mr. Fob of Rob and I in matching Mexican shirts, which are not pink:
That night was Disco Night, as per the gay cruise rule book. We did not conform but there were many fun costumes, among them was, of course:
The Village People :-).
Day 9 -- Headed Home. I got up early and walked the ship one last time as we pulled into San Diego Harbor, a bit sad to be headed home.Back to the real world, and back trying to make being gay and in a gay-headed family as non-important here in Utah as it was there :-).
Oh, and very important: If you live in Utah, today are our caucuses. It's one of the best ways to make a political difference. Find out where yours is here for dems and here for repubs. Bring friends and family in your district and have them vote for you as delegate. And again, remember, if you don't go, it'll be idiots like me picking the people you get to vote for as your representatives for you and your family. Stop me, if you can… mwah ha ha…