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It’s Sunday, so we all head to mass in the morning. Sarah had been recruited during an earlier mass to sing hymns, then on the spot, Veronica gets recruited to be an altar server. Mass is in the Coral Theatre (where they have all the shows) and Veronica looks nervous – and I totally feel for her. Because it’s this familiar thing that is suddenly very different: on a literal stage, no procession, no gowns, one tenth the normal altar server duties required (mainly she just has to stand beside the priest.) That said, the priest is a really nice guy – he’s Lebanese and had a parish in rural Quebec for most of his career. He thanks his volunteers in the end and also makes a call-out to Teddy and Susannah for being quiet and attentive (because he`s a man who understands siblings.)
We do the usual breakfast and kids club. Sarah meets with the future cruise team to book another cruise (different that the one she booked the day before). After the experience of yesterday, it’s clear that getting the rooms you need requires some long term thinking, and my girl: she’s on it. While she’s busy there, I run around the ship taking some pictures and thinking up snarky jokey bits I can append to each when I post them on Facebook. Then we sign the kids out a little early because they want to go climbing (and a lot of these activities have exactly the same hours as the kids’ club.) Sarah`s mom takes Susannah to play ping-pong because she`s too young for the wall – which is not so much a safety thing, I think, and just a frustration-avoider because really little kids couldn`t possibly do it. While I`m getting the shoes and gear ready for the kids, some guy reaches the top of the wall and stars singing opera. Not mock OperaMan opera: the guy is for real singing an aria up there. But I`m too busy managing the kids and I never really get the story of who this guy is and why the hell that just happened. Despite besting the wall yesterday, Veronica get fatigued and can`t reach the top this time and she`s very upset about it. We calm her down with some watersliding, along with a pledge to try again later in the day.

The kids go do their usual kids-clubbing and the adults go to the gym, or take a nap, or read. I collect Veronica early, we go back to the wall, and she kicks the wall`s butt. Then it’s an early dinner for the kids because the adults have reservations at a specialty restaurant. We go to Chops, which as you might imagine, is a steak house. Sarah`s dad notes that it`s similar in feel to Café Murano on Celebrity, but without the same level of pretension. Our server in the main dining room was formerly a server at Chops, so we come armed with her recommendations. I order the Ribeye and everyone else orders a Filet, and I have immediate regrets when my steak arrives and it weighs about eight pounds. But I eat it all and it`s delicious, and then I have dessert because apparently I haven`t totally wrecked my body enough yet. Dinner is paired with some nice, adult conversation – and even though I`m more of a dinnertime juvenilia kind of guy – I fake my way through it.

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