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Fashion Week, Tunisia,
Hvar, the Crystal
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We touched down in New York where Mela told
me she had an errand to run and that Craftie,
Twisted and I should catch a taxi to the
docks for our 10 day trans-Atlantic voyage. After a quick cocktail at the airport lounge
we tried hailing a cab, which was not easy
due to the strong prejudice against Avatars
that exists in New York. New York had banned
us from entering back in October, and only
through long and difficult negotiations by
Lothar with the State Police and the Governors
Office were we allowed to land on this trip.
After growing tired of being ignored, Craftie
jumped out in front of a Yellow Cab causing
the driver to slam
TAXI TAXI!
VROOOOOOM
on the brakes. "GET IN", Craftie yelled and I pulled the rear door
open just as the
driver tried to hit the
locks. Twisted, Craftie
and I jumped in and
told the driver to
take us to the docks. "No cartoons", the driver said
in a Jamaican accent.
"You out, no
cartoons"
he said a bit louder.
I started to get
out,
but Craftie grabbed
my arm. "We
are
not going anywhere",
she boldly said
glaring at the driver.
"Okay, I take
you", the driver
answered and off
we
went through the
heavy traffic. We had only gone about six miles when the
driver stopped in front of a large stone
building with "POLICE STATION" in big carved letters. he Jumped out
of the taxi and ran hollering something I
did not understand. "Uh oh", Twisted murmered. "I
think we better get out and make a run for
it", I whispered to Craftie; but before
she could answer we found the taxi surrounded
by armed New York City
"Hot Women in Prison - This Friday night
at the Corn
Stalk Drive in"
policemen. "GET OUT WITH YOUR CARTOON HANDS UP", a man in a plain black suit hollered through
a mega phone. The three of us exited the cab and the circle
of policemen all took a step back in unison
like we were somehow dangerous or had really
bad body order or something. "You are under arrest for Felony Trespassing
in New York State, You have no rights, and
you are advised to cooperate", a big
burly policeman said as we were handcuffed
and led into the Police Station. Well, since this column is suppose to be
about the 2nd Annual Rose Cruise and not
about the discomfort of being de-loused and
throroughly searched, I will condense the
booking, implant of something into our arms,
spending 4 hours in the jail and the final
release by simply saying....JAIL SUCKS! We were not the only Moove residents who
were picked up. The jail was crowded with
Moove Avatars, all arrested for trespassing.
We were finally released four hours later
when we agreed to leave New York and never,
ever come back. "Well that was fun", Livid, who
had also been arrested, dryly said as the
police escort took us to the docks. As we
were released we were bluntly told that we
were not welcome in New York and if we were
to ever return, we would be prosecuted for
a bunch of things........ pfffffff, whatever
doood.
Tory assigning
yachts and
cabins to the 2nd
Annual Rose
Cruise guests
Waiting at the docks were many of our guests,
and our four yachts were prepped and set
to go. I
still did not see Mela anywhere and I gathered
the guests around to assign cabins to everyone,
"Okay, here is who is going on the Mine
Games", I began reading the list - "Maggy
and Dave, Aylin and Dr. Caius, Apollo and
Jadely, First Gladiator and Jasmine68 and
Sweet Anne and ice King." As I read off the names, you could see the
excitement in each of their eyes. They knew
that the Trinity Yacht "Mine Games"
is one of the most luxurious yachts sailing
the seven seas. At 164', Mine Games offers a highly customized
interior and a bunch of toys such as a
"Mine
Games"
by Trinity Yachts
submarine and jet skis. Lady Aylin and Dr. Caius were assigned the
Owners Suite on the second level. With a
row of circular windows, his and her baths
and a full salon, Mela and I decided that
this cute couple deserved the very best for
their first vacation with the Crystal Angel. Maggy, Dave, Apollo, Jadely, FirstGladiator
(who had agreed to be the Captain), Jasmine68,
Ice King and Sweet Anne were all assigned
one of the four master suites on the first
level, each with a king size bed and ensuite
bath. The remaining four berths were for
the crew and servants who were hired to make
sure that our guests were pampered to the
extreme.
"Mine
Games"
by Trinity
Yachts
engulfs those
lucky enough
to travel on
her,
in the richest
fabrics, gorgeous
wood paneling
and a museum
full of fine
art.
The second y acht we had chartered was the
refurbished Samantha Linn, rechristened the
"Pangea, a world class expedition yacht.
With a 65,000-gallon fuel capacity, Pangaea
can easily
Deep rich woods, subdued lighting and soft
fabrics, make the Pangea is the definition
of luxury
cruise nonstop from America to Australia,
or cross the Atlantic as we needed it to
do.. With more than 7000 square feet of pure luxury,
this yacht is guaranteed
to bring lifelong
memories. Beginning in the main salon with her handsome
beamed ceilings and private country club
setting, Moove guests can toast their triumphs
of the day with each other. Striking modern art adorns the walls, and
rich teak wood abounds.
An oversized Jacuzzi, a bunch of sundecks,
and outdoor dining spaces invite guests to
explore the yacht from helm to stern. (that
is technical talk)
. Leather banquettes in the wheelhouse make
the perfect setting for guests to experience
the
The dining
room aboard
the Pangea
voyage from Captain First Gladiator's perspective;
and allows panoramic viewing in front of
the helm station. Able to accomodate 12 guests in 6 oversized
staterooms, this yacht requires a crew of
12 who sleep in six cabins out of way until
you need them. I began to read the names for those that
were to vacation on the "Pangea".
"Uncle Mickey, Lady Bon Bon, Carlie,
Matti, Jess1ee, Juntu, Sidious, Enti.........."but
before I could finish a Maybach limo came
speeding up to us screeching to a halt. Mela
jumped out and ran up to me. "We need
to get everyone on board, and get out of
here as quick as we can", Mela said
softly but sternly. I did not ask why and I hurridly assigned
the last of the rooms on the "Pangea",
placing the rest
The Pangea
of our guests on the Shadow Ship that was
to follow us across the Atlantic. A Shadow Yacht has all the luxury and service
of a more traditional yacht, but with added
bonuses. In addition to carrying extra fuel,
a helicopter, our sky car, an assortment
of small watercraft and fishing boats, and
two 80 foot sailing yachts, the Shadow Yacht
had a ballroom, a full size gym and a full
dance club. We found the helicopter a handy shuttle as
the guests from the four different yachts
could pop across the water and visit. Ahhhh,
the life of luxury. We pulled away from the dock just as six
black sedans arrived with men in black suits
jumping out and hollering at us. At the very
end of the dock I saw ............OMGAWD..Blue
Man. In the hustle and bustle, we had forgotten
all about them. It was Waya from the Shadow
Yacht who lowered a tender and sped off towards
the dock to pick up our three blue friends.
HEY...DON"T
FORGET US
Rando did a great job, as the Captain of
the Crystal Wind, getting us out into clear
waters and within 30 minutes our group was
free and clear and on its way across the
Atlantic to North Africa.
Forget you? I think not dear Blue Men
"I need a drink", Mela said as
she sank into the white leather couch aboard
the Crystal Wind. "What is it Mela,
where did you go today", I asked her
as I ordered two Jack Daniels on the rocks
from the steward. "Well Tory", Mela answered with
a smirk on her face. "Let's just say
that it is not the people of New York that
do not like us, it WAS the Govenor. Mela then tossed a manilla envelope over
to me. I opened the envelope and pulled out
8 glossy pictures of........ "OMGAWD...is
that what I think it is", I hollered.
"Yep, disgusting ain't it"? I looked at the photos and then tossed them
back to Mela. "I do not even want to
know what happened in New York sweet Mela",
I said. "I think you should put those
in the safe and lets check out our new yacht",
I added as I got up and took Mela's hand.
"Good idea", Mela answered as we
headed to the bridge to tour our new Pershing
115 Yacht, the Crystal Wind.
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We touched down in New York where Mela told
me she had an errand to run and that Craftie,
Twisted and I should catch a taxi to the
docks for our 10 day trans-Atlantic voyage.
