Ever have one of those days where you get out of bed, get dressed, go about your business, and while strolling through the Walmart parking lot you suddenly have to look down and check because you weren’t sure that you put your pants on?
I’ve had that kind of month. This is why I haven’t written Part 2 of Cruising until now. I almost can’t remember The Cruise, it’s been so long ago. I actually dreamt last night that I was on a cruise with my husband. I couldn’t find him in my dream. That was because he was lunching with my mother on the Lido deck while someone was chasing me down to kill me.
Knock yourself out, Freud.
But to get back to our cruise – On day 1 (after a night on the water) Randy woke well before dawn and ran outside to get a picture of the sunrise.
Weirdly enough, it went random after that. There really wasn’t much to do while on board. The shipboard activities included things like seminars on how to shop, raffles on winning 10 inches of gold chain, and my personal non-favorite:
“SINGLE AND READY TO MINGLE – Single and looking? Well look no more. This is the hot spot for singles looking to find the yin to their yang. Must be 18 or over.”
It is no wonder that food quickly became the highlight of our day.
And sadly – and this is by way of a confession – we actually went to the seminar on how to shop. It was either that or attending the hairy chest contest. And we also went to the seminar on art appreciation.
We did that for the free glass of champagne. Which was stupid. We had a bottle of champagne in the cabin. I think we hoped that the ship’s champagne would be better than our cheap bottle of Andre’s Pink. It wasn’t. I don’t like champagne so dry, it’s like a shot of earwax on the back of the tongue.
I don’t know why it never occured to us to just lounge about on the Lido deck and watch the water.
Or lounge on the Serenity Deck and talk . . .
Or even just roll over and play dead . . .
After all, we ARE oldish.
But no. Randy had to go exploring.
This is the same man who got up before dawn.
And this is the woman who followed him . . .
. . . At a distance, because I couldn’t keep up. Notice the halfmast eyelids.
Then . . . yippee! . . . food again! It was dinnertime. It was formal night.
Every cruise has one night where everyone is supposed to dress up for dinner. On ‘The Love Boat’ that was the night that all the romance blossomed. On our cruise, that was the night they served the only seafood on the whole ding dang trip. I live to eat seafood. I’m talking about the serious stuff, not tuna fish in a foil packet. That night they served lobster tails. I didn’t have any. My skirt was so tight I was afraid to move. I couldn’t bend. I couldn’t put my face closer to the plate. I was afraid to eat the lobster lest I fling crustacean on our table mates. Instead of messy lobster, I had something vegetarian on a fork.
Then early to bed.
Do you have any of your own messy food tales you want to share? You know what I mean . . . The chocolate truffle you retrieved off the floor when no one was looking. Or the time Grandpa’s dentures fell into the fried rice . . . Remember, to leave a comment, click on the ‘Comments’ tag at the end of this blog, and don’t forget to check out the latest Photoblog on the right. Just put your cursor over the picture to read the caption, or click on one if you want to leave your comment.
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