Ambushed By Showgirls
Another day at sea, and I think Megan is ready to go after someone with a pickaxe. More people have discovered the casino, but I was still able to find a spot to totally fail to work this morning. Actually, I only did that for a while, until I realized that what I really wanted to do was go back to sleep. So I did. Got up again around noon, read some more. I don’t know what all these people are complaining about, I’ve got plenty to do here. We tried the pizza place for lunch and found it good: nice crisp crusts and greasy pepperoni. In the afternoon, between my (failed) attempts to get on the internet, we went to the nature lecture on whales, which turned out to be the onboard naturalist showing his vacation slides and telling dumb jokes.
At dinner, the stupid guy was not only still stupid, he was also drunk. His mother seems nice enough, but her total failure to teach her son any table manners speaks against her. Fortunately, the other people at our table, a nice couple from Las Vegas, were there, though the people from Petaluma had abandoned us.
After dinner, as we were leaving the dining room, we found the doors blocked by pairs of the ship’s dancers dressed as showgirls, who wouldn’t let us pass without having our pictures taken. These pictures get posted on a wall where they are, of course, for sale.