Blogger kellybeez may be having the time of her life onboard the Cayamo cruise. Keep up with her frequent reports on her MySpace blog. We'll excerpt portions here.
Monday, February 4
I am in the sixth row on the main, or lower, floor. I don't think there is a bad seat in the house. I don't think there is a person in this room who doesn't love Lyle. There are as many "Thank you, Lyle"s belted out from the crowd as there are hoots and whistles. This, my friends, is a serious audience. This isn't an ordinary arena crowd. We are here to get as close as we can to our musical heroes, or lyrical saviors, those artists who say things in their songs that we only dare to whisper to ourselves. We are the radiant recipients of the songwriter's message.
Truthfully, I have not had time to gather the proper names of the entire band. There were these other things, like catching The Dewayn Brothers again in the casino, Brandon Young in the Atrium, and of course, my catalyst for being here, The Duhks on the Lido deck, and Gaelic Storm rounding out the night (and the Guinness) in the casino. I can hear them as I write. Not a bad way to work, huh?
Every now and then I run up to the stateroom and load the photos on to the computer. It looks like I've shot several hundred already, and if I didn't shut off the camera to dance, there'd be more.