March 25, 2019 – at Sea
We had breakfast as usual and Bob joined our table and we had some good laughs talking about the old days growing up in the city. Chicago for him, Detroit for me, Toledo for Terri. We all agreed that we are most comfortable in the city and the stops with the big cities were our favorites. Brenda was still asleep but she grew up in a rural area and prefers that kind of living.
Rest time over. Back to the gym and cardio workout.
After our workout we went to our deck as usual. When we arrived the area was roped off and workers were sawing away and the ship structure around the tender boat. One of the workers assured us the job would be done in an hour, at noon, by the end of the day.
Both of us are no strangers to getting the fruit basket for well thought out complaining. Terri took this one on. In a few minutes there were all kind of ship people with radios and eyes for indiscretions. After a lot of standing around they left. More phone calls and a bit more complaining. “We expect to be compensated for this” were the last words I remember hearing.
At about 2:30, the deck was clear but our cushions were not on the loungers. Another phone call, another demand. Cushions were promptly delivered and we enjoyed the rest of the afternoon on our usual spot. Later that evening, a ship gift card worth $50 was slipped under the door. 10 points for Terri!
We planned to have dinner with Bob and Brenda but when we showed, Brenda was not there. Something she ate didn’t agree with her. The three of us had a great dinner together and talked about plans we had for Sri Lanka and India.
The evening entertainment was the Filharmonic. Five Filipino men who sang a cappella. The group is from LA. They had a good repertoire of covers and had some originals also. Three of them sang and did an outstanding job of balance, blend and intonation. The fourth was the bassist. He didn’t actually sing the bass voice, he put the mic right up to his mouth and imitated a bass guitar. Maybe it was a washtub bass he was imitating. I didn’t care for it and as the night went on it started to wear on me. The fifth guy was the beatbox. He was talented as beatboxers go. I prefer actual drummers but I could tolerate him. The bassist I couldn’t. The mix gave them a very unique sound but if it were me I would either have the bassist sing or hire a bassist and a drummer. The other three really were very good. The covers were good. Originals, not so much. …