Woke early and roused the boys with a speech regarding our right to free waffles which should go down in history as one of the greatest early morning extempore orations of all time. It is unfortunate that the waffles of which I spoke were then found to be slightly overdone, thus marring what had been such a spectacular triumph. Our breakfast encounters also made it abundantly clear that figs and I do agree with one another on what constitutes a suitable repast.
Returned to the room to begin packing as we leave our floating home the day after tomorrow, and tomorrow will be rather busy with an attempt not to die on our way up Mt Vesuvius.
Relaxed in the room most of the afternoon, then wandered the ship for a bit until the three of us (James, Chris, and I) found our way into a quiz game in which we actually did very well. Still can't believe that Strick let us down on a baseball question, but I must say that he held up his side on the brain teasers pretty well.
Came back to our cabin to get ready for the final formal evening, and experienced some slight difficulty in pouring myself into the lovely BCBG silk dress that I had bought to wear in Paris last year. It looked quite nice once we managed to get it zipped, and although the seams were giving me a certain amount anxiety, I was pretty sure that if I held my breath and stuck to soup, there was a good possibility of it remaining intact throughout the evening.
Dinner was quite good (as usual), everyone well dressed, and me propped in my chair like a stuffed sausage. Charlie and George, the two small boys at the table behind us, kept everyone entertained with their antics (although nothing could top the time Charlie got marched out of the room with no shirt on and a tiny red fez on his head. Apparently there had been some slight incident regarding the escargot that necessitated the removal of his clothing as well as his removal from the vicinity. It's hard being a kid.) Was gratified that the Belgian lady and her daughter at the table next to us stopped me to compliment my dress...if I couldn't eat or breathe, at least I looked good.
Anyhow, am now relaxing in the room, about to finish watching Kung Fu Panda, and enjoying the influx of oxygen that the removal of the silk dress has allowed. Also wondering if the phrase "beauty is pain" refers to cracked ribs and compressed organs....
Notes from today:
-Completed staff evaluations, all of whom we gave glowing reports. What wonderful people Celebrity employs: Victor and George, our stateroom attendants have been beyond compare, and Paul and Carlos, our servers are terrific. Can't imagine being that nice to people all the time, when I am quite sure they deal with some people that deserve to be slapped regularly.
-Bought a small toy donkey at the ship's "bazaar" and asked Dan's stateroom attendant to leave it on his bed. Hee hee hee....
A cross between a Stepford Wife and a sausage.... I'm pretty sure my liver was somewhere inside my lungs at this point...
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