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Got up and exercised, then had breakfast, then went back to the room and got caught up on the journal. Go me.
I met my parents at 11:30 for Name That Tune Trivia, which turned out to be all based on Broadway musicals. In addition to the three of us, we added a woman who was very knowledgeable (and her husband, who wouldn't join us, but helped on one tough question. We did very well, with only three questions wrong (Jean Valjean's prisoner number, best new musical (Spamalot), and one for which the answer was Sunset Boulevard and I don't remember the question). Unfortunately, one other team did slightly better, with 23 out of 25 correct.
Lunch was a special Alaskan buffet. I think it was intended to take the place of a late-night buffet extravaganza that I've seen on most cruises. There were at least six kinds of salmon (lox, gravlax, poached, hot smoked, and so on), plus venison stew, caribou sausage casserole, and a fancy dessert table that I admired and then ignored in favor of fruit.
In the afternoon, we went swimming in the indoor pool for the first time this cruise. "We" in this case consisted of me, Mom, David, and Eliza. Eliza was the star of the show, demanding that we swim under her or do somersaults or any other stunts she could think of.
After that, I went to the afternoon tea and had a scone with heavy whipped cream and apricot jam, as well as a couple of cups of tea. It was delicious, though it did rather decrease my interest in dinner.
At 4:30, we went to the afternoon trivia session, where we lost by one point to the same team who beat us in the morning -- only four wrong. I should have known that the VW Beetle was the best-selling car worldwide in the 1950s and 1960s.
Dinner was more alcoholic than usual -- we had two bottles of wine left over, plus the champagne that I won last night. We drank the champagne and one bottle of wine, but didn't open the other one. I had prime rib, which was very good, though I was unable to finish it.
After dinner, I went back to the room to pack and finish up this journal. Tomorrow we disembark in Vancouver, take a tour of the city, and then fly back home, where I arrive around midnight.
Postscript: The tour of Vancouver was interesting, but not enough of it sticks with me. We made two stops, one in an area with several totem poles, and one in a large public garden. There was a wedding going on, and lots of lovely flowers. Other than that, what I remember best is a statue of a man photographing a man and two women, where the man being photographed is copping a feel from the woman married to the photographer. The sculptor was famous for who he was related to (as well as his own works, that is), but that doesn’t mean I recall who he was, alas.
There was some difficulty at the airport because my ticket was through to Chicago, and I wanted to get off in Minneapolis. If I’d only had carry-on, this wouldn’t have been a problem, but since I had two suitcases, one large, this wasn’t going to fly (so to speak). We ended up paying a change fee to make everything work. The flight back was uneventful, I took a taxi home, and then fell into bed and let my cats explain at great length about how I’d neglected them.
I met my parents at 11:30 for Name That Tune Trivia, which turned out to be all based on Broadway musicals. In addition to the three of us, we added a woman who was very knowledgeable (and her husband, who wouldn't join us, but helped on one tough question. We did very well, with only three questions wrong (Jean Valjean's prisoner number, best new musical (Spamalot), and one for which the answer was Sunset Boulevard and I don't remember the question). Unfortunately, one other team did slightly better, with 23 out of 25 correct.
Lunch was a special Alaskan buffet. I think it was intended to take the place of a late-night buffet extravaganza that I've seen on most cruises. There were at least six kinds of salmon (lox, gravlax, poached, hot smoked, and so on), plus venison stew, caribou sausage casserole, and a fancy dessert table that I admired and then ignored in favor of fruit.
In the afternoon, we went swimming in the indoor pool for the first time this cruise. "We" in this case consisted of me, Mom, David, and Eliza. Eliza was the star of the show, demanding that we swim under her or do somersaults or any other stunts she could think of.
After that, I went to the afternoon tea and had a scone with heavy whipped cream and apricot jam, as well as a couple of cups of tea. It was delicious, though it did rather decrease my interest in dinner.
At 4:30, we went to the afternoon trivia session, where we lost by one point to the same team who beat us in the morning -- only four wrong. I should have known that the VW Beetle was the best-selling car worldwide in the 1950s and 1960s.
Dinner was more alcoholic than usual -- we had two bottles of wine left over, plus the champagne that I won last night. We drank the champagne and one bottle of wine, but didn't open the other one. I had prime rib, which was very good, though I was unable to finish it.
After dinner, I went back to the room to pack and finish up this journal. Tomorrow we disembark in Vancouver, take a tour of the city, and then fly back home, where I arrive around midnight.
Postscript: The tour of Vancouver was interesting, but not enough of it sticks with me. We made two stops, one in an area with several totem poles, and one in a large public garden. There was a wedding going on, and lots of lovely flowers. Other than that, what I remember best is a statue of a man photographing a man and two women, where the man being photographed is copping a feel from the woman married to the photographer. The sculptor was famous for who he was related to (as well as his own works, that is), but that doesn’t mean I recall who he was, alas.
There was some difficulty at the airport because my ticket was through to Chicago, and I wanted to get off in Minneapolis. If I’d only had carry-on, this wouldn’t have been a problem, but since I had two suitcases, one large, this wasn’t going to fly (so to speak). We ended up paying a change fee to make everything work. The flight back was uneventful, I took a taxi home, and then fell into bed and let my cats explain at great length about how I’d neglected them.
