Thursday
If you want it, it will happen.
We had an incredible day in Cozumel, but the evening entertainment once we were back on ship seemed comparatively light.
We had great conversations with our friends tonight, but not the usual swapping of stories, since their snorkeling excursion was canceled due to high winds.
It was probably a blessing in disguise as poor Suzette was felled by a killer headache, so Allan was off on his own, mastering three trivia games like the whiz he is.
Dinner table conversation is always a pleasure with witty, stimulating intellectuals, but after getting to know what cruise life is like for our waiter from Indonesia, Suzette needed to make it an early night while the three of us tried to make wise entertainment choices with slim pickings.
An interactive, highly recommended salute to “The Price is Right” was a bust for me, who thought a six hundred dollar hair appliance was priced at about forty bucks.
I should not be adding my two cents to a game like this.
( that’s a Barney Rubble reference)
We septuagenarians then dragged ourselves to a classic rock show, which featured amazing talent, but we agreed to bow out early after our eardrums absolutely made us leave.
Finally, it’s back to Dueling Pianos with the remarkably talented Anton from Down Under,
And Emma from New York.
We had a lovely chat with the Polish folks who shared our table, and a Pennsylvania crew shortly thereafter, but the real magic happened when Jim and I were the sole occupants of the booth.
After three requests on three different cruise lines, I finally got my fantasy of having “anything from the musical ‘Hairspray’ “ come true.
The Columbia River American Cruise Line trip in 2024 had a father/daughter (.. possibly also husband and wife???) duet who never even heard of this Tony winning musical, because it was never requested at Trump rallies.
But Emma knew it.. she knew it was my birthday the day before, knew the audience would not only know but love this show, and knew how to make me smile from ear to damaged ear for the rest of the night.
Sure, “You Can’t Stop the Beat” would have been THE perfect choice, but I was nice and happy with her absolutely splendid rendition of the opener, “Good Morning, Baltimore !”
I was rocking like the ship is doing now.. but in the best possible way.
Tomorrow is a day at sea, so I can’t regale you with tales of wild, unpredictable animals in their natural habitat, unless we venture out to the Windjammer Cafe for a buffet lunch.
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