Traveling with Mr. Golden Underwear.
We are adrift on the North Atlantic with the Day at Sea. While I referred to my flight to Paris, as veal class, our day truly simulated that as we were confined to our small quarters and force fed until we couldn’t move sadly much like a baby calf. While not exactly milk fed, Scott did take a turn under the tap of the soft ice cream machine. When I called my mom, it dawned on me that our day schedule on the ship mirrors that of her independent/assisted living facility. Much like their residents, we have assistance with driving, meals, and housekeeping. We both have bingo-check ☑️. (Simulation pictured). We both have checkers-Bingo! Although we went to the gym, it may as well have been chair yoga, as it’s hard to keep your balance on a rocking ship. It’s like doing crunches with bed spins. While we passed on the line dancing lessons, trivia contests, and art lectures, somewhere in Boca Del Vista, there’s the cruise ship B Team teaching the Macarena and the Electric Slide to some Golden Girls. While we are certainly decades away from the everyday veal experience, aside from bailing on a performance of “Some Enchanted Evening” that my Mom would groove to, it was a pretty good relaxing day. However, I did order the veal weiner schnitzel for dinner to punctuate our lardass day.
Rubber Chicken 