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Running on empty... Runnin Blind... Rollin into the sun...

Ok, so we shipped off 3,000 people from Ships and Dip and loaded on 3,000 people for the Mayercraft Carrier with 3 hours of sleep and no alcohol yet... John is on the ship and is a great guy and totally loving it.  He has fantastic fans that I have to say are quite beautiful to boot.  I have just got my third wind and feel like a million bucks, knowing that I will crash face first into the Lido Deck soon, I try and stay upright.  Jeff Dauler from Atlanta's Q100 is on the ship with his wife, Jessica, and are quite amazed at the spectacle we call the Mayercraft Carrier.  I am off to the tables soon with the Craptastic 4 to empty out the casino of more of their chips... send me luck Atlanta...

Rojo OUT!

And the guest poster is...The Ruckus

Do you feel that?  That odd feeling that makes the hairs on the back of your
neck stand up?  That emotion that's somewhere between excitement and fear?

The Ruckus is coming.

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From the Rojo:

I can't wait for Rojo and the Ruckus to be...

re-united cause it feels so good
re-united cause we are understood
re-united cause it makes me squeal
re-united cause our drinking is real....

Rojo out

Black Irish on the High Seas...

Jamaica mon... ice cold Red Stripes and Jerk Chicken made up my day today as I was privileged to throw an artist excursion for 189 of my new Canadian best friends. BNL and the Guster family was all over the island as frisbees flew, massages were given beach side, and Jamaican women were showing off the junk in their trunk to some island tunes. I have to say that the bands on this cruise are all about the vacation and spending time with their families. It is great to watch as all the kids play on the beach as the parents sat in circles of beach chairs and told stories or caught up on lost time. Their were pregnant mom's to be and father's to be catering to them hand and foot. It was a definite change of pace from The Rock Boat that has become such the party, to see a more reserved crowd and their passion for one another. Ok, enough of the mush. I am getting ready for the table tonight as Grande Rojo, B-licious, The LC, and the Cleveland Stever take on the casino and the craps table in an all out assault on their chip count. Throwing 8 the hard way....

ROJO OUT!!!

I got the craps...

Cleveland Stever has taught me how to play craps... This might be the best game ever!  From rolling a little Joe from Kosovo to fives on Rodeo Drive, I thing I am addicted, not to the gambling, but to just the general excitement that the game brings.  Other than my new found bad habit, things are great here.  The Barenaked Ladies are great and Guster never ceases to amaze me.  The fans are great and a little more reserved than The Rock Boat or Simple Man Crowd, but still very dedicated.  Today I took the BNL family out for manta ray swimming and beers and tomorrow is Jamaica all day with Red Stripe and deep blue waters.  I very much miss my dogs and my bed and want to be home soon (as much fun as this is, I do miss Atlanta).  Off to the table for an eighter from Decatur mixed with a Tony Dorsett, thirty three... peace out Atlanta...

ROJO

Blogging from the port...

On the good ol blackberry and seeing if this works from the Port of Miami. Waiting on the Barenaked Ladies to show up... Wish there was a Starbucks here...

Rojo Out

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel...

Just got done working out, yes Bert, a real workout, ass!  So as I was running, and yes it was a above a jog, F U Bert, I remembered more from The Rock Boat, so here goes: 

The Cleveland Stever teaching me to play craps... Shooter Magruder... Cara and her Kennel of Puppies... Shon and her obsessions with rockstars... The Noodle absolutely shredding the Promenade stage at 4:40am and blowing a hole in the side of the ship (that was sick shit bro)... Oakhurst and their cover of OCMS "Wagon wheel" might be my fondest memory on the Promenade deck... Teaching an entire table of novice blackjack players to stop hitting on 14 when the dealer is showing a six... brushing my teeth with Andy's shaving cream... The most insane flip cup tourney I have ever seen... David Ryan Harris simply put is a God... Marc Broussard and his Heelies... Dinner with Shony Magoo and making fun of everyone because we are cooler than everybody (that's why we ate alone)... trying to understand how Chardy is still alive...  Southern trying to explain bluegrass and me trying to explain I didn't care...

Ok, I think that is enough.  Possibly none of that will make any sense to you, but this is my blog, so I really don't care.  Barenaked Ladies and Guster and a 4:30am wake up call start off the next 15 days of fun, sun, music, pain, sleep deprivation, dehydration, Room Service, Emergen-C, sarcasm, high fives, the imploding high five, Mami and Papi, the WOW experience, foot tapping, sing alongs, and adult beverages.  Where ever you are right now, turn up your favorite song, pour a beer/wine/moonshine, and enjoy the rest of the night...

I'M OUT!!!!

South bound and down... we're gonna do what they say can't be done...

2 down... 2 excellent musical floating festivals are done and 3 to go.  This is where we get tested.  2 weeks straight, no breaks, and the Ruckus is coming.  I think the biggest goal we have is to make sure that everyone has as good a time as the past 2 cruises... God help us if they have that much fun, because my liver will look like beef jerky and will need to sleep for a month... Jumping into the shower and over to meet with the Barenaked Ladies and plan out their artist stuff... So goes the work of the Director of Fun...
Rojo Out!!!!

Ode to The Rock Boat...

Oh Rock Boat, how you wreck me every year.  Here are a few things that I think I remember that you did to me:

• You took my voice and taught me how to play craps.  For this I thank you and so does my wallet.
• You thought it would be good to change my entire sleeping schedule around and run off of 3 hours sleep a day and see the sunrise, alot...
• You thought that a double was the only way to order any drink...
• You thought that 8 foot seas would be funny... it wasn't
• You taught me humility by throwing me out of the shower and across the bathroom into another wall on the rockiest day at sea, now I use the handle in the shower.
• You showed me the power of music again with great bands like Oakhurst, Stroke 9, Keith Kane, Gareth Asher, Sam Thacker, Stephen Kellogg, and my all time favorite Bain Mattox.
• You gave me great times with Ryan and for that I appreciate you, even if he doesn't remember them.
• You took us to a great island and gave us the best artist excursion ever, thanks to the Cleveland Stever and Ashley for helping out with that.
• You made me laugh so hard I cried on numerous occasions.
• You brought many old friends back and sent many new friends to me.
• You gave all the Sixthman staff the power of sarcasm and they definitely know how to use it on me...
• You made me see why I love you so much and look forward to you every year.
• You, Rock Boat, own my liver.

As I remember more, I will post more. I am still in a fog and today could not even remember I cell number to give to someone, oh Rock Boat how you wreck me every year.

What's the soup du jour...

Sitting in my room, just had dinner with the Sixthman staff and of course had to do the Soup of the Day joke, never gets old.  Ok lets see, a nice salad with beer tenderloin, a cup of soup, and 6 Heineken tall pours, my kind of meal.  We are finishing up a bunch of the on board activities tonight for The Rock Boat and I can honestly say that this is going to be extra special.  Andy has me meeting him in the gym at 7:45am tomorrow, and I thought he was kidding, and he wasn't.  Who is this Gym and why does he wake up so early?  We have the pre-party tomorrow night so be expecting a blog around 2 am with a few mis spellings... I love being the Director of Fun!!! What's that sounds.. a bottle opener against an ice cold Heineken in my room... Thank you Wyndham and f-u Gym... Kappy out...

26 days till my dogs and my bed

1 ship has sailed... 36 Sol's drank on the beach between me, Wyatt, Skinny, and the pregnant Guatemalan maid (don't ask)... 30 different performances... Awake more at 4 am than noon... Hittin' on 16 and winning more than losing... The Warehouse and the sunrise... The new imploding handshake (it is catching like wildfire)... fresh fruit on the go... Lara Bars are keeping me alive... half a bottle of Vodka sitting on my desk... many blurry pictures (that is the Indian, not the arrow)... flip flop tan lines... a vow to never wear pants again... 3 Aleve for breakfast at 2pm... Fred LeBlanc did not break my back or liver this year... Watching Romo throw up on himself again... Great times have passed and even more to come... Kick his ass Seabass...