Shall we? Ok. Our cruisecation began at an hour in which one does not normally choose to get up, when our limo came to fetch us to the airport (because it's actually weirdly cheaper to rent a limo than a van large enough to seat eight people and their luggage)
and continued at an hour in which I am usually still sleeping, in which we spotted both Mattias Ohlund (Canucks defenseman extraordinaire) and Will Wheaton (former Star Trek: The One With Patrick Stewart star and current cameoster on Big Bang Theory) at the airport. Ohlund was on our plane, and I may have brushed his arm.
Some many, many hours later, in which planes were delayed and infants wept, we arrived in Ft Lauderdale and barrelled down the road to our hotel in South Beach. The hotel's location was chosen partially because of its proximity to this:
wherein you are given the impossible task of choosing A Thing To Eat off of this monstrosity:
and end up eating this:
at 1:00 am. Or maybe you get a tuna sandwich and put an onion ring in it, I don't know your life.