I took a break from writing for the holidays, which were
very nice and tasteful. From the cruise at the first part of November, through
Thanksgiving, then Christmas, I kind of ate my way to the end of the year. So I
might have to starve myself to start the New Year.
Anyways to continue the the saga of the meals on the sea, it
would be our first morning getting up on the boat and having breakfast.
Thinking that most people had settled down and the buffet would be calmer we
were excited to see what they were serving for breakfast. I love breakfast food,
mostly, because it is easy to make; eggs (made anyway), bacon, sausage,
pancakes, French toast, and cereal. When I was a bachelor I would live off of
scramble eggs and cereal. To this day I sometimes enjoy a big bowl of cereal
for lunch. Let’s face it we all do, and it's because it reminds us of our
childhood of sitting in front of the TV watching our cartoons. So I was excited
what this big boat was going to bring on that morning. The down side is that I
am not a morning person and I and my wife do not like crowds. And that’s when
it started.....
It was crazy. Once again these people did not know how to
act like civilize humans. Instead they acted like a bunch of barn animals
excited to see the farmer come out to feed them. Plus, they ate like animals
to, like cows chewing on their cud. Not to mention the pushing and fighting to
get in line. I manage to get a good size helping of scramble eggs and some
fruit (so my wife would see me eating something healthy) But neither one of us
could stand the people and their bratty kids who just wanted their cereal,
because it would be ashamed to try something different other than Fruit Loops.
So we would be on the boat all day until we got to our first
port the next morning. So we killed some time until lunch, which by this time
we were regretting. We did not want to go back to the barn and fight the
animals. So we tried to time it right where it would not be as crowded. We
succeeded and found a great deli. This became our favorite spot for lunch. We
started with a Ruben. Oh my... That little Asian guy on the other side of the
counter became my new best friend that day. Granted I don't think I understood
anything he said and it looked like he made everything on an oversized George
Foreman Grill, but he was a master chef in my eyes. The corn beef was cut
perfectly thin with just the right amount of cheese, top that off that my wife
found a salad bar around the corner that had a nice mixture of vegetables. Even
though I made a fool out of myself when I tried to get some croutons and about
20 of them flew across the boat. You got to be careful with a crouton; you can
take an eye out with one of those. I
tried to save myself from embarrassment when one of them landed on a nearby
table full of people; I blamed it on the old woman on a walker next to me. She
got a kick out it and laughed. She knew as well as I did when you reach a
certain age you can get away with anything. I think she was tempted to throw
one just to prove the point. We were happy we found a good spot for lunch for
the rest of the cruise.
We sat around the pool until dinner (more on that at www.when-life.blogspot.com).
Dinner that night was the captain's dinner. This is supposed to be a time when
you get dressed up and have a more formal evening for dinner. Apparently some
people think formal is putting on a shirt with sleeves, putting on footwear
that doesn’t show your toes, and maybe wearing khaki shorts instead of the
Hawaiian shorts of the girls drinking a beer. I felt like I was going to a
Denny’s instead of a formal captain dinner. My wife and I were well dressed, as
well as our companions at our table. I was able to put that aside, because it
was about the food. They were serving lobster tail, shrimp and potatoes. Oh my!
Since this was the formal night and we had guest at our table I refrained
myself from licking the butter off my plate and running around the other tables
asking if they were going to finish their meal,(even though the next morning I
found out something that changed the rest of the trip.) So after we finished our
meal our waiter came by with a little surprise. They found out that we were on
our anniversary cruise and had the staff sing to us. Then our waiter pulled out
a can a whip cream and began to spray it on my wife. I was about to say, hey
buddy this is a family cruise. But he just put a little, and then held up a big
napkin for us to kiss behind. It was a lot of fun. That night when we got back
to our cabin we had a surprise platter of chocolate waiting for us. Some very
sweet friends from our church had called ahead and had ordered it for us. It a very nice day.
Please read about the rest of our day at www.when-life.blogspot.com
