Our wait staff in the dining room danced around the room tonight and sang "Hands Across the Water". Only most of them were lip-synching it. Somehow it was very touching. Did I tell you we had the cutest waiter on the ship? He was from Bombay, India, and was young and had the most beautiful dark eyes. Your Dad didn't notice, I'm sure, but I loved him - and his little accent, too.
We didn't do much today. I sat on a deck chair reading "The Left Hand of Darkness", a favorite of mine.
Your Dad won a little bit on the slot machines, but not more than he played overall. It was entertaining for a while.
We did not stay up for any of the midnight buffets, not even the chocolate buffet. There is only so much you can eat in one day.
We should be home tomorrow night. We'll try to call. I hope David didn't burn the house down in our absence, or kill the fish. Sally will tell us what went on, I'm sure of that.
