So the last two days of the deadhead were spent setting all the items we had and prepping for the arrival of my last 26 crates. All was well. We were sweating profusely on the pool deck. It was pretty disgusting the level of humidity in this part of the world. On our last couple of free nights before we were exiled, we had a ton of fun.

We had a movie and pj night in the main theatre of the boat. We all wore our PJ's with the white robes provided to us in our rooms. We were supposed to watch Good morning Vietnam in anticipation of the first stop. We lasted about 20 minutes before we ditched and went to the bar. Then it got weird. Somehow we all decided to jump into the pool on the top deck. And we did. In our PJ's. We were in the pool for a good hour. Agustin kept throwing me into the pool and I kept trying to drown people much bigger than myself.

The next morning we all realized that collectively, all the clothes we were wearing that night were ruined. All of them were discolored. We clearly jumped into a seawater pool of death.

We finally arrive in Singapore at 3am. I got dressed and headed up to the pool deck to start receiving the crates that were going to be craned in. Standing. Waiting. Looking down to the dock. No crates in sight. Eventually I'm quickly ushered into Singapore to go look for my crates. 2 hours later, I can't find them. I make a very expensive phonecall to my shipper in Los Angeles and make her call Singapore and wake whoever up to find them. Turns out, Customs was blocking their entry into the port and they finally show up. We don't start craning until 6am. Hours behind schedule we hustle to get all of the crates unpacked and set. It was a hustle if I've ever seen one.

We spent all day making it perfect. We had to be done by 3:30 because we had another Muster station practice drill. This time, all the real guests were on board so it was a different vibe. We finish the drill and do final touches on the party. We walk off at 5pm. The party started at 5:30pm

I went down to shower and then I got frantic text messages and phone calls to come up to the deck immediately. I threw on a dress, no makeup, hair not done. I was a mess. I run up to the top deck and it's a massive windstorm.

Linens are flying everywhere. Flowers have fallen on the floor. The drape has turned into a sail. The paper lanterns have flown off the lights and overboard. Basically 7 days worth of sweat down the drain in 30 minutes. It was cray cray.

It was so bad, I couldn't help but laugh. I'm in the middle of the party, literally throwing all of my weight on the pipe and base structure while the guys try to anchor it to the boat.

Ridiculous. The Guests had a blast though, which I guess is what's important. The party ended about an hour later than expected, but I had about 12 helpers, so strike literally took 3o minutes. It was great.

I wish I had pictures, but you know, NDA's and such.