I tried to get on a boat
Following what some have called "the greatest wedding ever," my new husband of 48 hours and I arrived at the Port of Galveston to start our Honeymoon Cruise. It was March of 2007 and being such a young lass, I did not have a passport yet. But I was assured by the helpline of Royal Caribbean that so long as I had a birth certificate, I would be able to ride the seas with class. So, five hours before the boat left, decked out in a white baseball hat with a veil of tulle trailing and a flowery top, I walked up to the counter, first in line of about more than a thousand people, to get my ticket. For the regaling of this tale we are going to call the woman at the counter Silvia. Because she seemed like a Silvia. First, she checked Joe in. He brought his passport (show-off) and was immediately approved to board the majestic boat of love. I, on the other hand, had a little more to do. It's important to note here that the last name on ...
