A four day Carnival Cruise with my best friend, Chris, and his family seemed like the ideal way to spend New Years. I obviously jumped at the opportunity to go immediately after being invited. All I had to do was pay the $400 dollar ticket price, all other expenses were covered by them. It turned out to be the time of my life, and little of the good time I had had to do with Chris. It had to do with his attractive younger sister, Sophia.
The trip started out normally enough. Sophia, Chris, Katie (Sophia’s best friend), Patty (the mom), and Karl (the dad) piled into the mini-van and started driving from Stafford, VA toward Tampa Bay, FL where the cruise was leaving from. About 10 hours into the drive we made a pit stop at Taco Bell. That stop ended up being a crucial moment in the outcome of this story. Chris got a chicken taco. Chris was the only person who ordered the chicken. Chris was the only person to have food poisoning for the rest of the trip.
We made it onto the ship and settled into our respective cabins (Chris and I shared a cabin, Sophia and Katie shared another, and the parents shared the third) before Chris knew anything was wrong. “My stomach is churning,” he said right before he made a bee-line for the bathroom. He spent the majority of the four day cruise going back and forth from his bed to the bathroom.
While I was concerned about my friend’s health, I didn’t want to waste my money and not have a good time. Sophia and Katie were only two years younger than me so I hung out alot with them, especially Sophia. We were definitely hitting it off. At first, I was in denial about my feelings. It was my best friend’s sister, he was NOT going to be OK with us flirting up a storm. Eventually, however, I came to terms with my feelings and decided to drink excessively to have an excuse to make a move.
It was New Year’s Eve and there was a big party on the main deck of the ship. Being off the coast of Cozumel, Mexico meant that even though I was only 20 years old, I could legally consume alcohol. Consume I did. The music was blaring, everyone was dancing, and Sophia and I were at the bar. After working up enough liquid courage, I asked Sophia to dance with me. We danced and danced until we heard the the countdown to the new year. I drunkenly decided that I was going to get my New Year’s kiss from her. “3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR,” we all exclaimed in unison. I went for it, and she kissed me back. I don’t know how long we were kissing for, but it felt like forever.
“Finally!” I hear Katie exclaim, referring to all the build up to this kiss that had been going on the past three days. The enthusiasm in her voice was enough to finally get me to cease the kiss. When I turned around to smile at her, I saw an angry Chris, who couldn’t have picked a worse time to not be sick; a surprised Karl and Patty; and a wide smiling Katie.
“THAT’S MY SISTER!” exclaimed Chris, whom I’ve never seen angrier. I couldn’t help but laugh at that point, which caught on around the whole group. After everyone was done laughing, Chris came and gave me the older brother’s approval.
After arriving home, Sophia became my girlfriend for the next year and a half. From the quite humorous beginning to the eventual downfall of our relationship (due to me joining the Navy), there were many good times. I don’t regret making Chris angry in the slightest.