"Max, why didn’t you tell me to bring my harmonica?”

Lectures and entertainment are plentiful here on the MV Explorer, which is a testament to the “talented” staff and passengers.  Some classes are good, others Megan claims she could teach better.   The ship’s pianist is great, and some of the enthusiastic guests who like to accompany him are really good (e.g. guy who brought his trumpet and plays jazz) and others, not so much (e.g. guy with buzz cut and braid in back who sings numbers from Cats.)  Much like the bitchy Baroness Schroeder from The Sound of Music, who, after hearing Georg and the children sing a sweet rendition of The Hills Are Alive, offered her brilliant yet snarky comment about the harmonica, we have developed a secret rating system for the ship’s professionals and amateurs.  That system shall remain between us and the Baroness.

On another front, we had our first dress-up/formal dinner last night.  For those who have cruised, you know that means sitting with folks who you haven’t previously met.  Clearly, it’s a dicey experience.  When we walked up and saw it was a table of young people, we thought, “Thank God.”  Then it occurred to us that when we walked up and they saw us, they thought, “Shoot me.”  So, I bought shots.  It was all good.