We’re at it again. The clothes and makeup critic (of her mother) and I are setting off on another cruise adventure. Goodbye, dreary Chicagoland of no sun, we set sail for Hawaii, bringing with it our enthusiasm for, well, enjoying ourselves. Let’s just call it respite care from real life. In other words, get ready for your email boxes to be filled with, okay, maybe only three emails. But you know how exciting they’ll be because here we come: BABES GET LEI-D! So sign up now because you don't want to miss a minute of our weird and wacky experiences on a ship where we should have been upgraded to the owner's suite, but somehow didn't. Could it be because they wanted us to pay? Didn't they realize who we are? I guess the answer to that is way too obvious. Still, they'll be glad to see us come on board with our cheery smiles and our never-ending search for the best bartender. So join us and live vicariously. I promise not to have a heart attack this trip.
