Have to mention the pen tradition with the Committee. Apparently whenever Lori flies out of Grand Rapids she picks up a pen in the gift shop. As a collectible it lacks future value, but what the hey. Anyway Kathy decided to follow in the tradition and Marcie and I became a part of the "club" as well. Mine was Jose. There was a Luis and a Jesus, Carlos etc. and everyone found their namesake on our trip but me. However I do believe he was around when I heard them singing the National anthem - you know "Jose can you see?" So I am happy.
Funny how quickly you get used to the feel that things are not too steady beneath your feet. Sometimes overtly and others times subtly. Rocking to sleep is nice, I now know why one rocks a baby-really brings you to la-la land quickly or provides a calming effect even when you try to fight it. Apparently takes us back to the womb and the gentle floating feeling when swimming in Mom.
The buffet was an adventure with a wide variety of offerings, most of which were rather interchangeable in taste. Amazing chefs who can make meat, seafood and chocolate all taste the same. Fresh fruit is always available so that was good. Of course everything seems an adventure when you are looking out at the water-no lights or other man-made objects in sight. I have never seen a color to match the incredible navy-blue of very deep water. If I was a painter I would cut off my hand and never lift a brush again once I realized I could not recreate that color in my work. And yes, the Caribbean is turquoise, just like Mother's eyes and warm as bathwater.
However the first day the sea was too rough to land us on the Princess Cay for our first beach day. I didn't mind the extra day of cruising though it would have been nice to get near an on board pool. Apparently if you carve your initials in blood on a deck chair it is yours whether you are physically present or not. The ghost of your desire guards the chair against all invaders. Some confrontations occur so next time I plan on taking an inflatable and staking my claim poolside.
Still recovering from my cold, I tended to wander a bit then go lay down. Get a drink, go lay down. Play bingo, go lay down. Attend a champagne art auction, go- well you get the drift. I was taking my 47th nap of the day Tuesday when I heard the roar from the crowd on deck watching Obama's inauguration. Was able to tune in on my room TV and catch most of it. Very surreal to be cruising the high seas while history is occurring in the States.
Our first dress up night was very elegant and we have the pictures to prove it. Brian was very "james bondish" with his white dinner jacket which he lent Dad for a portrait. Though we thought Dad looked great he was concerned that he looked like an old man. 84 years old and he's afraid he looks like an old man, right. The Committee took a picture with the "old man" which made us look very young, because duhh he "looks like an old man".
Rounded out the evening with a 70's music trivia night where Lori proceeded to kick a--. Got 36 out of 38 points. The one who had 37 must have had help, but she got a bottle of champagne out of the deal.
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Hey, you neglected to mention - I'm Carlos!!!
And I wrote to the cruise line on the comment card about the lounge chair problem. We also had a few confrontations with the absent chair savers. How rude!
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