But who can complain about an ocean vista? People pay a lot of money for oceanviews, ask
any realtor. It would be exciting to see
a whale breach or something, guess I should just be grateful the seas are calm
and the sun is shining. There were a few
people sitting out on deck in bathing suits. I think it’s safe to assume they are not from
Florida or Southern California.
Dressing up for dinner AGAIN? Another walk down the starboard side corridor
(red) in 4” patent leather heels?
Eyeliner, war paint, sparkly dress, gems (paste) the whole shebang? This dressy dinner thing every night is
wearing me down. I would have done
poorly in a royal palace, probably worse than poor Fergie. Can’t imagine why Kate or Camilla wanted any
part of it. When I get home I’m going to
eat dinner in my bathing suit … just because I can.
One of the women at my table has brought a different dress
for every evening (she planned ALL 14 DAYS ahead of time) in steadily increasing sizes. Good thing she’s starting out as about a size
1. As with all other cruises I’ve ever
been on, throughout the cruise people stick to the same seat at the dinner table
that they sat in on the first night of the cruise. Our English couple is always the first to
arrive and sit in the same seats.
Tonight Pam & I went early and took their seats. Just because we could. It’s the little things that keep me childish
and petty.
Met a very nice woman at the Blackjack table named …. Wait
for it
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Dorothy!
We put her grandson in between us and he had stereo
Dorothys, didn’t help our luck at all and I will not be going back to the
Blackjack table. Or the slots for that
matter.
We’ll be taking stock of Stockholm in the morning. Let the souvenir search begin.
Sailor, I woof you.
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