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Published: February 7th 2016
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A perfect day for cruising the sea....it's raining. Not hard but enough that you don't need sun block or sunglasses. Cory was up before me (he likes talking a fast walk around the ship) ...actually everyone else was up before me. We headed off to the dining room for breakfast. I ordered scrambled eggs, corn beef hash and a link sausage. But first, I ordered tomato soup! Why not? The waiter brought me a large bowl with only 2 cubes of bread and a half slice of a cherry tomato.....what is this? Are you joking? No...soon he brings a creamer of tomato juice and pours it over my miniature morsels. I'll stick with Progresso's Tomato Basil Soup.
In the late morning, we went to a seminar about various excursions you can take at the various islands. The cruise director is excellent. His presentation was given with great humor as well as prizes. Everyone liked it. Hold on, guess what time it is? You guessed it. It's time for lunch! Back to the buffet, boys. Belly up to the food bar, boys. Gosh, I feel so fat....and look it, too. Whose fault is that as I swallow another bite of key
lime pie. Smack, smack...tasty. Trivia time at one of the area bars. Fun but not a winner. However, rather than playing trivia, Cory ran off to the casino. We found him at the slot machine....winning until I stood behind him: the jinx! Dejected, I went to the room to get ready for tonight's dinner.
This is the formal evening so no tank tops, sneakers or short shorts. Rats! Eventually, Mr. Lucky returned to the room clinking his pocketful of chips. He had left the slots and gone to his lucky, winning spot: the crap table. I don't know how he does it....but he throws those dice, bets the hard six and colors himself up....coming out a winner! Hooray! Keep the good work up, Bucky!
As I stated earlier, tonight is formal night at the dinning room. Most everyone attends in your Sunday Go-To-Meeting clothes. Lulu is ticked. I forgot her prom dress. No matter, she can slip in unnoticed I'm sure. The menu is fancier tonight but no lobster unless you pay an up-charge. We'll wait for the Ale House. Part of the tradition of the elegant evening is the March of the Servers. Everyone waves their white
Lulu loves casino chips
Lucky Bucky wins on crap table napkins in salute and appreciation for all what they do while the wait-staff walk around all the tables. It's a happy, festive time. They truly deserve the recognition. They all work very, very hard to serve and accommodate everyone. We have the first dinner seating starting at 6:00 PM. The next seating is at 8:00 PM so once they finish with us, they have to start right back again doing all the same for the next enormous group of hungry people. I couldn't do it...that's for sure.
Following dinner, we headed off to a show at The Comedy Club. Lines are long and seating is limited so you need a head start on everything. We made our way into the limelight lounge. Here we rested and waited a significant amount of time for the show to begin. The comedian was good but if you don't like raunchy fifth, you did not want to be in attendance. My ears were burning. They will never be the same after hearing what this guy had to say. Earplugs, please. And believe me....I am far from being a prude but sometimes, you can overstep the line and I thought this guy did.
Before and after this show, Cory and I posed for pictures at about ten different venues. Each took @ 5 photos minimum. Surely, one has to come out acceptable. You would think! Nope....I found fault with all of them but of course, a picture does not lie! Cory thought they were all good but men just aren't as vain or critical as women.
Somehow, our late night routine seems to include more food. This is not a good routine but the food is good. And I wonder why our photos look unattractive: Orca the Whale in dress up clothes. Even though we seem to walk a million miles a day....it is doing nothing except to increase my appetite. Rats! Get lots of rest because it will be a busy day for us tomorrow.
Oh, my! I almost forgot to share a Sam Story. In the evening, he went back to the room earlier than the rest of us. He missed the dirty comedy show....too bad, Sam. He decided to go to bed. Once in bed he pushed a button at the head of the bed. No lights went off so he pushed another....darkness befell him. Soon after, the
Formal Night at Dining Room
Mary Jane, Jim, Sandy, Sam, Cory, me, Carole, George phone rang. Not convenient for Sam at all as it was way across this roller rink size room. He got himself pulled out of bed, onto his scooter and finally over to the phone....they hung up! Ugh! Poor Sam. Exhausted now, he dragged himself back to bed. Darkness befell him, again. All cozy and comfy in the bed, suddenly: BANG! Four people charged into his room hollering " Are you Alone? Are You Alone?" It was pitch black in the room as startled Sam answered "Yes, I'm alone!" What did they think? That he had a hoochie-koochie gal with him? As three of the people fumbled for the light, the other person ask Sam if he were okay. While pushing the dashboard of buttons at the head of his bed, he had pushed the emergency button. Good to know there is prompt response had it been needed. Once everyone realized what had happened, the one person told Sam it happens often. They left and there was Sam....still in bed but wide awake. Fortunately, he doesn't let a lot bother him so darkness befell him, again. ???
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