BLOG, THE FIRST

November 12, 2018

Knock on wood.  So far so good.  The Internet connection is the best of the three Carnival cruises this year.  Hallelujah!  That being the case, there is no excuse not to blog.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that.  Good night!

Just kidding.

I did my first talk today – Yes, We May Have No Bananas – presented at 10 and 3, with good, responsive crowds.  The 3 o’clock being a larger crowd.  Who wants to get up that early on your vacation?

We both slept good last night.  I guess the usual getting to the ship and getting on stuff had us worn out and in bed early.  Mom got up about 6 or 6:10 and dressed to go walking, but I was awake before she got out the door.  So she waited for me to shower and then we both went up top and circled Deck 12.  After breakfast in the Lido she went back up for some more laps while I went back to Riviera 15 to rehearse.

After my talk I took my stuff back to the room because there were two more events in the Starlight Lounge before my 3 p.m., and I didn’t want to leave my stuff out. 

We went to the noon dance class.  It was the first in a long time that I wasn’t scheduled opposite the dance couple.  They aren’t teaching classical, slow ballroom stuff this cruise, but stuff with a beat, Latin style.  Today was the Marimba (or maybe the Morocco or the Miranda – not sure).  We lasted for half of the class because my partner’s surgical repaired parts, and the aches yet to go under the scalpel were hollering, “Enough!”  We got the scootchie to the side, scootchie in circles (that’s left right, left right in small steps), but the hands up, cross-over and turn had us pretty well buffaloed.  We had fun, however. 

Then it was a bowl of New England Clam Chowder and a piece of corn bread for lunch.  She had a salad and two pieces of what was alleged to be Southern Fried Chicken.  More like Banquet Frozen.  After that, a quick nap and the second presentation of Bananas.

Tonight was formal night, and I counted two other tuxedos, mine making three.  We have been sitting at a private table for 2 which is beside of another private table for 2, so we can talk to the folks next to us or ignore them at our pleasure.  Last night was a good couple, but he had such a soft voice that Bonnie didn’t understand a word he said and I caught maybe half of it.  Tonight were two sisters from Quebec, one on her first cruise and the other a frequent cruiser.  I asked the FC why she chose this cruise out of Charleston when there are cruise ports much closer.  She said she got a good deal and lots of casino credits.  Makes sense.  From a certain point of view.  They were fun.  We told them we always ask for Table 120, so tomorrow night if they are back we will know they thought we were fun.  If not, phooey on them, and we didn’t like them anyway.

The production number was a 50s, 60s, and 70s musical, followed by a PG comedian.  She was good, but at the end said, “If you are easily offended, do not come to my adult show tonight at 11:30.”  Well, we are, and we aren’t.  Are easily offended and aren’t going.  To tell the truth, we wouldn’t stay up until 11:30 for a PG comedian.  But once again I raise the question: Why does comedy have to be offensive to be adult?  Or perhaps, Why does adult comedy have to be offensive?  As I’ve said before, I don’t like being cussed at, particularly if I have done nothing wrong.  Oh well.

Another day at sea tomorrow, and I am off, so we will do trivia and other stuff.  Then it’s the first stop, which promises to be a swimming stop, and although we didn’t go in the water in Hawaii, we think we will get wet in the Dominican Republic.  And we brought LOTS of suntan lotion to protect all of this white skin.

Well, that’s enough.  I’m going to do speel check, proof read and post this so I can start some shut-eye.

TTFN