Happy birthday to Paula – even though she was feeling a bit delicate, at least she was feeling better than this time last year, when she was recovering from the noro virus!
At morning trivia, we managed a staggering 19/20, as did 3 other teams. At the playoff, we were then equal first, but lost out on the second playoff by getting 1 year further away from the correct answer than the other team. The question was ‘What year was the LED invented?’. Had we known the nearest town to where the Alamo was fought, we would have been outright winners.
Ukulele class again – but this was our last class before the end of sector concert. With two major groups – beginners and others, the concert will be split, but we didn’t arrange either a meeting time or a dress code. Hopefully, those from the previous sector (most) will have remembered to wear Hawaiian shirts.
Buffet for lunch and a conscious effort to cut down on volume. Just soup, 1 pork rib and one small piece of coated chicken. So much good food and so much variety that at lunch time particularly, I need self-control. At home, I don’t have breakfast, but on board ship, I do, especially if we are going ashore or on a tour, not knowing when we’ll next eat. Dinner at 7:45pm (meaning 8pm) is also 2 hours later, so I shift from a 2 meal day to a 3 meal day. Cutting back on volume is tough.
Afternoon trivia with our other team, wasn’t as successful, but that is just the way the questions fall.
We went on then to the Atrium and listened to Salomon, our ukulele teacher, playing the piano. He is quite a character and managed to mix ‘Funiculi, Funicula’ (Paula’s request), with Waltzing Matilda as he doesn’t know it all the way through.
The last formal night of the sector and as it was a special birthday, we posed for formal photographs before going in to dinner.
As Paula was still off colour, she only managed 3 spoonful’s of the clear soup, but as others had gone to the trouble of getting cards and gifts, she really wanted to be at the table.
Dave had caught salmon the previous day, so there was a great ceremony as they brought out the cooked salmon for our two tables.
We had a great evening and thanks to Garry and Joanne, a glass of bubbly. When it came time for the ritual birthday cake and the waiters singing ‘Happy Birthday’, a whole crowd joined us - and not just those from the other table. One waiter (nicknamed Pavarotti) lifted it to a new level, but when he then led the yell for ‘Ozzie, Ozzie, Ozzie’, he was quickly told that Paula wasn’t an Aussie and he slunk off quickly, head bowed, much to the amusement of all. (I videoed it and managed to shrink it down to 1.5mb from 111, to post it on Facebook.) The birthday cake was suitably decorated with ‘Happy Birthday Paulen’…
It was our head waiter’s last night too, so Mario joined in with Paula and we all sang ‘Leaving on a Jet Plane‘. I think he was quite touched.
No show, as Paula was quite tired (not surprising as she’d eaten virtually nothing all day), so we missed out on mentalist, Wayne Hoffman’s first show.
Vancouver tomorrow and we pulled out of Marie’s tour, as a long day with Paula not at 100%, would not be a good idea. Thankfully, Marie managed to on-sell our places, so we don’t lose out financially. The scenery for a sea day was very pleasant as we cruised down the Inside passage, with millions of trees on either side.
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