Alumni Ball

Yesterday was the alumni ball. For some, with really extravagant outfits and makeup, saw this coming months before the actual occasion. Others didn't even know it would occur and have had to scrounge together outfits. I, who somehow acquired a large amount of formal wear over the years, had a modest yet suitable outfit of a blue shirt, and a red tie. Unfortunately, I couldn't find

Hang, in a blue top and a white skirt, looked more ravishing than ever before. Her skin sparkled, her hair was straight yet soft, and her eyes lit up more than ever before. Along with her beautiful smile, she was absolutely radiant. I was a lucky dude. There was no one else I would've rather escorted through the night. (That's saying a lot. Anyone else would be salivating over all the blonds on this ship...)

We call it the alumni ball because now that classes are over and we are about to head back to shore, we were no longer students on this ship. Unless we return for another semester, no longer will we be jumping port to port, while taking classes in between. It's a sad feeling.

With the ball came dinner. It comprised of bread, bruschetta, soup, salad, and steak. By far, the steak was the best food I've had on the ship ever. They hold out their quality control for this night. Everyone also got a glass of champagne- but while I was taking pictures of Hang and another of her friends, some of my other friends jacked our drinks. That was lame.

Afterward came a lot of dancing. There were two stages for it, the union and the seventh deck bar. The bar had Sammy Lam DJing, and he did a great job of going from one awesome song to the next. The other room... was dead. It was playing country music. It was the saddest thing I've seen all trip. I've seen some really really really sad things on this trip that I don't talk or take pictures of. Either way, we danced the night away.

Midway through the dancing, the dessert lines opened up. There was simply cake after cake after cake. There was so much sweetness, you would think we grew sugar cane on this ship or something. And it wasn't just typical square cuts- these were top of the line masterpieces. The chocolate mousse cake was to die for.

And after we danced off all the cake we had (oh my god), the night came to a close. Really, it was a great way to close our time on the ship, celebrating with friends through music, dance, and dessert. There isn't anything else I can ask for- except for another two months on this ship. Straight up.