Another cruise with my Mum. A cruise is an appropriate form of travel for us: meeting people is the best, but also comfy living, some trivial trivia quizzes to expose your lack of knowledges, plenty of food and coffees and performers into the night and some glitzy entertainment to impress. Impress me it does, even if it's on the variety end of entertainment. This is not Shakespeare but it is impressive and must be masses of work to develop. We are here for a few weeks travelling the length of NZ. Plenty of USA'ers (they're not the only Americans) and Canadians, perhaps travelling to the Global South in their winter. Enough Australians and Brits and Chinese and spatterings of others. Plenty of names to stress to remember and eternal menus to peruse and cocktails to explore. Quintessential middle class welfare, not bad as it is if limited. I've managed to advise a Canadian group of COMA as a worthy musical outing in Adelaide, which amused me, and he was open ears. Helping things is Internet which now comes free with drinks/drunks packages so plenty of mobiles around and plenty of lost souls exploring the world outside the bar. Just a few smokers in their allowed spaces which you pass when exercising and exercising you must. This is not a health retreat! The dress is increasingly meagre. Few these days excel for the formal nights: some guys with bow ties; women always well dressed. I like to wear a suit occasionally as an opportunity to return to this dress, but even that's getting rarer despite the formal nights. There seems to be a battle for the best t-shirt amongst us older guys. I display The Pots Indulgences and SoundOut and Genesis Owasu, all Canberra, but Stones, Nirvana and the like are common along with witty quotes. I enjoyed one about shirking home duties, possibly a gift from the wife. I also deserve that one. Very casual these days.
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