I can’t talk about whale watching without giving a little bit of back story. It’s another one of those stories that Ken tells whenever he gets the chance. I like to think he wants to brag on me because it was one of my finer moments, and I handled it like a champ.
Last year while Ken and I were in Boston for the opening of the museum, our friend reserved tickets for us on the very same tour we were about to take with the kids. As we were walking down the gang plank and boarding the ship, Ken’s cell phone started to ring. It was the museum, and the system was down. He had to rush back to the museum immediately. So he left me standing there on the gang plank as he took off running towards the museum.
I boarded the ship and went on the three and half hour tour alone. As in, all by myself. Well, I guess I wasn’t completely alone. There were a lot of other folks on the boat, but I didn’t know any of them. And since I didn’t know I would be riding by myself, I wasn’t prepared with any devices for entertainment. I won’t pretend I wasn’t disappointed when Ken left me there, but hey, I’m an Alabama girl. I was raised to be friendly! I had a handful of new friends by the time the tour was over. I think I received some major “cool wife” points that day for not pitching a fit when he had to leave.
So all of that to say, I’d been on this tour before and seen whales, but I was willing to do it again because I knew the kids would love it. And it really wasn’t Ken’s fault that he missed out on the first tour.