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Sailing Solo on The Queen Mary


As you may recall, I had an apartment flood recently which left me homeless and without a bed for a few nights, drowning in uncertainty. Thankfully, Long Beach’s biggest tourist attraction came to the rescue so I wouldn’t sink; hence an evening aboard The Queen Mary…

http://www.hamptonstohollywood.com/hamptons-to-hollywood/sailing-solo-on-the-queen-mary/

The story goes that the old Queen is loud, beautiful, unpredictable, and haunted (I’m talking about the ship, guys, not the latest performer in a WeHo drag-show), so I was very intrigued to check her out and explore. I checked into my room and was excited, thinking I’d have a little porthole to gaze out of into the smoggy Los Angeles night sky as I drifted to sleep. But no. I swiped my keycard and was greeted by a window-less room, which kinda made my heart sink (not go on and oonnnnnnnn).

The accommodations were nice though and I just reminded myself that it was a novelty just to be aboard this legendary gem. Then, I took off for the poop deck!

WHEEL ROOM

Mary took her maiden voyage on May 27, 1936, over 20 years after that whole Titanic oopsie; yet the whole time I was on board I could not stop thinking about that famed ocean liner and how if I maybe just made my way to the back of the Queen Mary I would see someone about to commit suicide and BOOM – find my instant true love. No such luck.

I even went to a restaurant to see if I would get invited to dinner by a kindly First Class family and show that I KNOW how to tell the difference between the salad and entree fork – but when no one spouted off an invite, I decided to happily dine solo.

 So after dinner I tried to blend into some artwork…

 …tried to act all brooding in an attempt to attract a mysterious lover…

 …and when that didn’t work I headed up to the Crow’s Nest to spot an iceberg (or jetty at least) and await my imminent doom.

Okay, so obviously it’s July in California so I didn’t spot any ‘bergs, BUT I saw one the sickest views I’ve seen in LA yet. The Long Beach skyline from the ship was gorgeous and reminded me that just because I was on a romantic cruise ship as a lonesome dove, didn’t mean that I couldn’t just suck up the cool experience and fall in love with Mary herself. So after I watched the sunset from the stern, I headed back into my cabin.

I sat on a plush chair and asked Mary to photograph me like one of her French girls, but she declined, so I tucked myself into bed and became bedfellows with Queen Mary for the rest of the night. She may be old, but at least I can say that I slept in the midst of royalty. How bout chu?

 Shirt: Hollister ($35)
Pants: H&M ($45)
Tie: Pierre Cardin ($30)
Shoes: Bostonian ($80)
Shades: Aeropostale ($10)
Accessories: The Tie Thing ($10)

[Photos by the incomparable Rachel Madrigal: Find her on Facebook & Insta]

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