It’s one in the afternoon and the line to get into the cruise terminal stretches around the block. It’s not the warmest day Miami has ever seen and most of us haven’t packed for the weather. The bottle of wine passed down the queue (after an attendee found a corkscrew lodged in the side pocket of a bag) does wonders for morale. In my first attempt at being social, i poll the crowd on their previous ship attendance, and the response is overwhelmingly in favour of the enthusiastic newbie. It occurs to me that this is my junior year, and I …