Dinners, Formal & Informal
Dinner was a fairly silly affair all three nights of the cruise.
Amit, our cute waiter, the Indian Ricky Martin, dancing to . . . I forget what.
A song the waitstaff sang for us. :)
Christi, Sarah & Amit, not necessarily in that order. Amit's cuter than his pictures
turned out . . . .
Christi, who has been fluttering at Amit, blushes furiously and laughs until
she almost cries, upon being accused of fluttering at Amit. :)
There was this pirate running around forcing people to have his picture
taken with them. I shrieked obligingly. Can you see my uvula?
I really ought to crop this for size, but oh well. This is Sunday night
dinner. Left side of the table, from the front back: Tonya, Pat, Christi
and Sarah. Right side of the table, from the front back: Pat, Caroline,
Sheila and Catie. (I think I have the names right . . . .)
Back row: Tonya, Sarah. Front row: Catie, Christi. Another case of Ship
Photographer Leaps Out At Unsuspecting Victims. We dragged Tonya into our
Unsuspecting Victimitude. Look, I'm making up words!
Sarah and Christi whispering about something. Probably Amit. :)