And while I’m in rant mode: the art on this ship is atrocious. The only good stuff is a series of black and white photos of icebergs, from the days when the Mercury was still on an Alaska run. Otherwise: just so terrible. Two paintings I can see from where I’m sitting:
- guy plays a piano that is actually a giant heart, possibly under water, with a few Jackson Pollock splashes all over the canvas for no reason
- three red circles of various sizes, with a yellow diagonal line across the middle, and the big line has red wavy lines scrawled in here and there
Bow in the presence of Art!
The worst piece (which we pass by at least twice a day), is a series of headshots of children with their eyes squeezed shut and their mouths agape (occasionally with lulling tongues, where you can almost hear the AGGGGGHHHHHHLLLLLLGGHHH! noise they’re surely making. This piece is entitled: “Close your mouth and open your eyes and see what God gives you.” We prefer to think of it as “Kids have some fugly teeth.”
But enough complaining. This was a good day at sea, with better waters than we’d previously had. After dinner, we went over the one of the nightclubs for the 50s and 60s Sock Hop, which was an insanely popular night. I actually danced, probably for the first time since my wedding, and the cruise videographer was on top of me the moment I hit the dance floor. I will have to kill him before that cruise DVD gets finished and my spastic moves are immortalized.
(I should add that I’m a bit behind on my posts, so this might be the last until we get back home. So for the record, we haven’t fallen overboard or been eaten by dingos or anything. I just got a little lazy.)