Memories are funny sometimes.
This time the latest memory appeared after a really, really shitty week when I was cruising at the Baltic Sea with a friend of mine.
Nice cruise, nice time in Stockholm, nothing really to report.
Nothing, really.
Which is sort of bad. Or at least quite boring.
And after all the shit I’ ve gone through during the last years it would’ve been time for something to write about.
It wasn’t.
Too bad.
Well, life is like that sometimes.
Anyhoo, cruising and Baltic Sea.
It was years and years ago.
I got this free Cruise from work, wanted to take Miss M with me and have some fun. We agreed on the date, took off with the train. Have actually no memories about the trip to boat nor from the trip back – perhaps nothing happened?
She was on antibiotics then, so no drinking for miss M. And as I was appointed as the gentleman of the year, no drinking for me neither.
And what the hell do you do on a cruise at Baltic Sea if can’t drink and haven’t got that much money?
Well, walk around the boat, obviously. Have romantic moments at the deck, looking at the stars and the moon (and so on). Get cold doing that, head back in.
Go to your cabin, strip the blankets from the beds and put them on the floor (beds are quite narrow). Take the mattress, too, as the floor is quite hard.
Take off some clothes.
Take off some more clothes.
Do some fun stuff for each other until you can’t do it anymore. Rest for a while.
Then do it again.
And when the sun rises above Tallinn harbour?
Push her breasts on the cabin window and make passionate love, watching the sun rise.
Why yes, you can sleep when you’re at home.
Good times, good memories.
Alas, It seems my memories are the only thing I have nowadays.
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