Traveling with the Ancients.
Today was our last day on the cruise, which was a day at sea. As almost 3000 people fight for a couple hundred lounge chairs, it’s like the Hunger Games. However, as everyone is bloated and overfed from the buffets, pizza bar, and dining room; it’s more like the Extremely Full Games. The pool area was a sea of humanity, but there’s minimal humanity at sea. By 830am, there wasn’t a chair that didn’t have an ownership staking flip flop or Romance novel. People think of Thurston and Lovey Howell on the QE2 with their steamer trunks when the day at sea is more like the late-night Circle Line Cruise with the hood representing. Sure, we could’ve left the pool area to go to final art auction which touts famous artists known only to those who frequent Holiday Inns. Of course, there was the napkin folding class where if you’re deemed the star pupil, you mysteriously disappear at sea only to be held hostage in the ship’s laundry room folding napkins for the next 30 years. Always as you leave a cruise, you have to put your bags in the hallway to be reunited in customs. I’m sure my new Indonesian brother, Christophe, packed himself a few apples and is folded up in my Mom’s suitcase ready to start his new life serving the people in her senior living place. Until next time…
Rubber Chicken 