Traveling in Relative Hell.
Today, we were in Kristiansand, Norway; which apparently observes Bergen County’s Blue Laws, as everything was closed. The Norge all enjoyed their balmy 50 degree weather today wearing only 1 layer of wool and fur vs. the usual whale blubber and caribou skin coats. We’re traveling with Brits, of which the women either have their hair cut in Helen Mirren bob or the Queen Elizabeth frump. They all dress for dinner though, so Scott and I’ve been a bit undressed. In fact, he doesn’t want to go to the dining room on the next formal night less he be judged. Doesn’t he realize that Brits have gotten their revenge on rebelling Americans since the Boston Tea Party on by judging us on all that we do, i.e. American Idol, Kitchen Nightmare, America’s Got Talent, etc. Why is it that every reality show has a Brit that lets us know our talents don’t measure up staring at us witheringly with their stiff upper lips. Scott and I will be judged on the ship’s formal night’s show,”So you think you can dress for dinner”. I hope we make it to the Yorkshire Pudding Round. On to Oslo!
Rubber Chicken 