A Little Red...

So the storm has abated :( - it was fun while it lasted. We knew the it was pretty good when we saw the drying machines in the passage. If people are throwing up, it's a good sign.

As blog loyalists, you know the Wehlens do not get seasick; we hope the fact that others do will lead to shorter lines at the fro yo dispenser, but somehow it never does. I suppose it's because the passengers are already a self selected group-an elite force of heavy ankled people who don't spill their gin, literally or figuratively. 

Last night was delicious. We got into formal wear for dinner, and then went into the theater for a movie. Afterwards the boys took a stroll on deck and said it was genuinely unnerving: the water was black so one couldn't see it, but you could hear the water and wind raging against the ship. I woke up from the creaking in the middle of the night - not scared exactly, but starting to wonder if I should be. 

If there is anything more delicious than falling asleep with a gale blowing outside, I should like to know what that is. 

The latest craze is a Pilates class run by a 6 foot 4 inch Brazilian named Jose (pronounced joe-say) . It takes place in the bowels of the ship in a room smelling of smoke. 

But it is like going to a disco in a third world country: the same rules do not apply as at home. Jose has no interest in the health or safety of his class; he doesn't speak enough English to communicate that anyway if he wanted. But he has inspired fanatical devotees and we assemble before him with large red balls that roll and sway in the rocky seas. 

"Please To Not  hit the face of your friend!" is the only instruction I have heard him give. 

So tonight is the last formal night: a masquerade ball. I shall bring out a long red dress in honor of my favorite maitre d' who is making my favorite pasta at the table. 

As if that weren't exciting enough-there is a chocolate fountain party at 10 30 tonight, and I intend to be there filming fat people in masks up to their elbows in it. 

We will be so sad to get off the water on Sunday. Occasionally we meet people who don't feel this way- who actually think the ocean is boring; that it looks the same every day. 

To me that's like saying  the desert on Mars always looks the same. Who is bored on Mars? 

More in the morning.., xx