Cruise. One Month Later.

Or post pics.

So a little over a month ago, Jon and I went on our first vacation together. Let me start of by saying that I love my boyfriend, but this trip basically left quite a bit to be desired. And not in a 'you'll look back one day and think it was funny' type of way.

I feel bad saying that, because I know that it was this HUGE trip for us that cost a ton of money and time off of work, etc., and I actually do have a ton of great memories of the trip, its just that we had idealized about being able to spend so much time together and doing all these awesome things together, and then we just were picking fights with each other and getting annoyed with each other -- not what either of us expected. I don't know how to explain it, but it felt like for the first time since we'd met that we just weren't on it.

I'll keep the memories (the good and the bad) for myself, because there really are too many to explain. From our 'adventure' in Jamaica, and the goofy couple we sat with our first night, and the piano bar, and the 24 hr pizza bar, and meetings friends in the hottub to everything else. There is noone else I would have rather gone through it all with -- the good and the bad.