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Why I'm Voting for Ron Paul

Since I've been pretty obnoxious about promoting Ron Paul for President, I thought I should explain why. So, here are 10 reasons why I'll be pulling the "Ron Paul" lever tomorrow in the South Carolina Primary. (video at the end)

Constitution

He's the only candidate that truly grasps the intention of the U.S. Constitution – limited federal power. There's a reason this document is sometmes vague and tends to not address a lot of issues. The individual states are grown up enough to make their own decisions.

Economics

He's the only candidate that truly understands the definition of "broke". Our economic problems are based in only one problem. We spend WAY too much, and nothing can fix that until we stop.

Free Market

He's the only candidate that truly believes in a free market. Just look at voting records. As long as there are bale-outs of any kind we only have different levels of a socialistic free market, and it won't survive. It just gets to expensive to keep alive. No system has ever failed because of too much freedom, only too much government.

Consistency 

He's the only candidate that is saying the same thing today as he did yesterday, and before that, and before that,... I guess when your message is simple and based on the Constitution, its hard for your postition to change.

Israel

He's the only candidate that is truly pro-Israel. You can't be any more pro-Israel than to believe that they don't need us to defend them, that hey are fine without us. Plus, how can financially supporting Israel's enemies be anything less than anti-Isreal? I also have a fear that the other candidates have schatological reasons for "supporting" Isreal based on bad interpretation of the Bible and of "Israel's" role at the "end of the world", and frankly, that scares me.

Compromise

Knowing full well how things in Washington work, I fully understand that no President will get everything he/she wants. But, if Ron Paul had to compromise, he would be further away from the status quo than from where the other candidates would even start.

Rick Santorum

In short, when I listen to his rhetoric about the federal role in defining marriage, along side of his wanting to put back in place "Don't ask don't tell", I can come to no other conclusion than his "pro-family" stance stems from "anti-homosexual" beliefs. No thanks. 

Newt Gingrich

I would personally give just about anything to see Gingrich and Obama in a Lincoln/Douglas style debate. I would almost even feel sorry for the current President if it were to happen. But, Newt lost me with his absolute hatred and disregard for his fellow Republican, Ron Paul, while moaning about how unfair Romney's attacks against him were. Man up Newt. The democrats are your enemy and they would destroy you. (But kudos ripping apart John King last night. That was good TV)

Mitt Romeny

Flip-flopping? Romneycare? Unable to answer "yes" or "no" about tax returns? Take your pick.

vs. Obama

Ron Paul is the only candidate that has a clear distinction from President Obama at all levels. Romney has healthcare similariies. Gingrich has imigration similarities. Santorum has right-to-work similarities. And before you say Paul has anti-war similarities, don't forget, Obama has only continued Bush's foreign policy and actually expanded it in Afghanastan and created his own in Libya.

It just seems like a no-brainer to me. I want something different in Washington, and that's why Ron Paul will be getting my vote tomorrow.

Free Marketing advice for the Cruise Line Industry

There has recently been an onslaught of advertising in the cruise line industry. Norwegian, Royal Caribbean and Carnival all had new campaigns hit the airways and internet in 2011. And all, once again, missed a great opportunity — NOT TO.

First a critique:

Norwegian Cruise Lines was first to strike with their "Cruise like a Norwegian" campaign. 

My first reaction was that this was a great spot showcasing that cruising is not about the cruise but about the escape from reality. Then after seeing it few times it just became commercial with an annoying jingle. Then, I thought of my own scenarios they missed: SPEND, like a drunken sailor. DRINK, like a fish. BURN, like a lobster, etc. Ultimately, it didn't sell me on the cruise line. But it did sell me on flying to one of these great locations and staying for a while.

Royal Caribbean International then, I assume reactionary, launched their new campaign, "The Sea is calling."

I immediately thought, "Hey George, the ocean called. They're running out of shrimp." from Seinfeld. My second thought was, "Wow! How many millions did JWT get for this travesty?"

Finally, Carnival Cruise Lines evolved their ongoing efforts by trying to help you forget last year's vacation. 

These got my attention. Juxtaposing a care-free vacation to one relying on self-guided direction definitely highlights one of the key benefits of taking a cruise.

But will it make me book? Probably not. So, I argue to stop advertising,... sort of. There are two things that sell a cruise: Price and word of mouth.

Last year we were victims of price, as NCL sent me a "Book now and your kids cruise free!!" eblast. SOLD, and in November we took our first NCL cruise. This is where advertising makes the most sense. Retargeting suckers like me with great deals does and always will work. Keep it up. 

Where they are missing the boat (sorry) is by word-of-mouth in social media.

Take Carnival for example. 24 ships, averaging 2,000 passengers each. That's 48,000 potential ambassadors every single week with Facebook accounts. With an average of 130 friends, 6.2 million impressions of something "Carnival" could be on Facebook each and every week, and without ANY media cost. Add Twitter, Foursquare and Flickr to the mix and the number of impressions only grows.

I was told on several occasions from my friends about how obnoxious I was, updating about our arrival in Grand Cayman, or checking in to the Overlook Cafe, our posting a photo of the 2 lobster tails on my plate. Basically, I was having a blast and they were stuck at work. This made me realize that I did more advertising for NCL to my friends than the Martin Agency ever could, and without them even giving me a dime.

Here's the current problem. Internet access on ships is horrible and expensive for the passengers. I think it's because cruise lines don't really think its of great benefit to them and far too expensive to make right. As a result, very little "updating" is made. I agree with half of that. It would be VERY expensive to up-fit the ships to have a solid broadband connection for 2,000 passengers, but the benefit would be huge.

The first cruise line that pulls its cash away from Madison Avenue, pours it into onboard FREE broadband and highly promotes the open use of social media while onboard will revolutionize marketing in this industry. Not only that, but they would revolutionize the guest experience while onboard.

Foursquare mayorships receiving free drinks? Weekly photo contests all over Facebook. Twitvids of passengers sipping on bloody marys for breakfast? Free advertising 24/7, 365 days a year. Always changing and capturing every aspect of every cruise.

That's how to market a cruise.

The season of giving,... but only to those who deserve it.

I drove past this house with a sign out front sharing a seemingly sincere cry for help. It's not a very inviting home. And the dogs barking in the backyard and the rebel flags hanging up don't help. I immediately tried to justify why they didn't deserve my help, but that effort failed. I shared this photo on Twitter and Facebook with a brief message in hopes that some locals would see and help out. 

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I immediately received a comment on Facebook from a "friend" in Ohio. It essentially said that (referring to the rebel flags) its nice that these people first discriminate against others before asking for help, and in a rather mean way. So, I deleted the post and unfriended him (I never said I was a good Christian).

But it made me think, we as Christians discriminate before we give. Sure, we'll help out at the soup kitchen, but then we'll turn our noses up at "bums" at the gas station. Or we'll completely avoid the "drunks" begging for coin Uptown. They're just scamming us anyway, right? How do we know. Do we even ask?

I'm calling out all Christians. Jesus NEVER put a condition on who we should help. He just simply commanded us to do so. To steal a line from our Pastor this morning, "we would have a better relationship with Jesus if we would just get out of His way and stop trying to be Him." And that's what we do when we determine who deserves our good deeds.

For the sake of argument Iet's follow the rebel flag stereotype and assume this house is inhabited by racists. There's nothing we can do to change that, nor is it our job to. It's not even our job to help them because they are in need. It is our job to help them, in their need, so that we may reflect the light of Jesus, so they may know His love, and maybe eventually have a change of heart. How will that happen if we simply stay away and say "they probably deserve where they are because of who they are"?

As a Christian, are you buying my argument? If so, let me complicate things. Since I started writing this post, a couple of friends/followers brought to my a attention that the house is occupied by a registered child sex offender. That immediately pissed me off and I wanted to delete all my updates about it. But, should that matter? Why? Wouldn't that fly in the face of my argument? I have to be consistent and say it would. 

I fear the day that I would have to flat out beg for something as basic as food and have to rely on whether or not someone thinks I deserve it. 

Norwegian Sun (Day 7) - "The sea was angry that day, my friends..."

On the last full day of the cruise, we stopped at Great Stirrup Cay, NCL's private island.

Having no dock, we had to take a tender to the island. The captain issued a heads-up. If the winds increased we would have to cut the stop short due to the choppiness of the waves. Bad sign when the captain says "may...", it means "definitely..."

Great Stirrup Cay is currently under massive renovation. It looks like its going to be very impressive, with extensive beaches all over the island, but for now, access is limited. There are a couple of beaches, a giant buffet (same as ship) and eating area, snorkeling area (the water is too cloudy to see anything), a marketplace (looked like a typical port market), a trail to a lighthouse (currently closed) and a giant inflatable slide (also closed due to winds).

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So, we hung out on the beach, with 1,000 of our fellow cruisers, swam in the ocean and grabbed a bite to eat. Eating, swimming and using the bathroom were included. Everything on the island had a charge. But, it was nice and relaxing. Then the call came, seas were up and the last tender would be at 2:00 instead of 4:30. Then the next call came, "Get to the tender, now!" That's when the fun began.

After waiting to board a tender for about 30 minutes, one finally arrived and we got on. Our first taste of what was ahead hit us as we left the reef-protected waters of the island's harbor and entered the open sea. FIfteen-foot swells pounded us, drenching all of us on the bottom deck. About 10 more waves crashed into us before we broke free to the more sailable water. I immediately thought of one of my favorite Seinfeld scenes. The tender ahead of us was still unloading passengers and continued to do so for the next 30 minutes,

Finally, it was our turn to tie up to the Sun and begin unloading. We soon realized these were pretty treacherous conditions. Our tender rose and fell by 10 feet as the crew desperately tried to keep the two vessels together. A few people got seasick and one lady was even crying is shear terror as she was escorted off. We actually kind of enjoyed. NCL could have charged $75 a head and called it an excursion.

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In hindsight, that was a very precarious situation. Many of the higher officers crew formed a human chain to help people off. The gangway would occasionally separate from the Sun forcing people to jump off at the last second. It was so bad, our 8-year old, Madden, was handed over, crowd-surf style, until she was onboard. The crew did an amazing job of dealing with this potential disaster and got us safely aboard.

That evening, we had our last dinner at the Four Season Restaurant again. Then we headed off to the two smaller shows they had planned.

The first was an NCL crew talent show. A great idea. The stage was given to some of the crew we'd grown to know over the week. Waiters, room stewards and poker dealers shared their passions for singing, dancing and other performance arts from the cultures from which they came. The finale was called the Fountain, and performed by the "fun crew" as seen here on the Gem. The the other show was a variety show featuring previous performers Elvy and Nadeen. Go see Elvy again,... skip Nadeen.

A game show in Dazzles, a drink in Champs Bar, a final try at understanding craps in the casino and just like that, our week aboard the Sun was coming to an end. 

Tomorrow, final debarkation.

 

Norwegian Sun (Day 6) - 'White Hot' Day at Sea

Day 6 was relaxing. Coming off three straight days at three different ports it was nice to not have an empty schedule. We started the day off with room service. Breakfast in bed. Its free but the menu is limited and I ended up going topside (I guess hadn't eaten enough for the week). The only thing on the agenda today was the pool... and a bloody mary.

So, we lubed ourselves up and hit the pool. Since it was a day at sea, the deck area filled up rather quickly, and as is on every cruise, the people watching was phenomonal.... and so was the bloody mary.

The girls had a nice treat. The winds were stronger and the water was choppy, so the pool was transformed into a virtual wave-pool. It looked pretty dangerous, so as would any good father do, I ran to the room to get the video camera. They were able to enjoy the thrill for a while before the crew closed it off. I guess head trauma may have been a bad thing afterall. 

TItanium was the name of the band that performed poolside everyday, and they were awesome. Probably the best I've seen on a ship. They were from Jamaica and cranked out the reggae. They had Kristy at "...no woman no cry..." 

For dinner the girls killed the buffet, and after taking them to the Kids Korner, we headed up to see our friend, Bong, again, at Las Ramblas Tapas Bar and Restaurant. It was karaoke night and there were some bad singers onboard. Just the way it should be.

Later, the show in the Starlight was a tribute to rock and roll music called We Will Rock You. Again, nothing too crazy, but excellent performances from the cast. Bet you can't guess what number they opened and closed with?

Ending the day was the White Hot Party at Dazzles. Lights, ice sculptures and sheets were the decor. Everyone donned on there white shirts, skirts, hats, bedsheets, you name it, and hit the dance floor. It was a little reminiscent of the toga party in Animal House. Still not sure I get it, but who cares? Good times.

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Tomorrow, our last full day and Great Sirrup Cay.

 

Norwegian Sun (Day 5) - 'Traverse'ing through Jamaica

This day almost didn't happen. At about 3pm on the day of embarkation, it dawned on me that we never booked an excursion for Jamaica. We had researched and decided on what to do, we just never pulled the trigger. So, I got online (on my phone while we were still in port and not of "cellular at sea"—that would have been costly), got the number for and called Traverse Jamaica Tours, and booked our river-tubing excursion. It was a close call but ended up being the best day of the week.

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We arrived at Reynolds Pier, the backdrop for Dr. No, the 1962 James Bond film. This is the older of the two Ocho Rios piers and is not within real walking distance of anything, not even shopping. We met Lascells, our driver there. A 20-passenger bus was waiting just for us. Nice start. He drove us through town, through the countryside and through a tiny neighborhood before arriving at the White River. We learned much about Jamaica on this drive. Most importantly, about bread fruit. More on that later.

Calypso Rafting is where he took us. Vivian (a male) was our guide for the river-tubing. We grabbe our tubes and headed down the steps to the river. No easy way in, just fall back into the tube. Down the river he guided us, jumping in and out of the water as he pushed us and pulled us into and away from the small rapids. I think he took pleasure in making sure we were immediately soaked. He also sang the whole way. The classics from American culture, with his own Jamaican twist. of course.

We arrived at a deep-water hole where we had the opportunity for a 15-foot jump off of the riverbank. To my surprise, the girls were all over that (and I need to lose weight, I bottomed out). The rest of the way was very lazy and relaxing. Well worth it.

Well, we were finished and it wasn't even 11am. Lascells asked if we wanted to go somewhere else. "Absolutely." We soon realized, he would be our personal driver for the day at no charge. We did give him a nice tip, though.

He next took us to Mystic Mountain where we rode the Sky Explorer, a 15-minute chairlift ride, to the top of the mountain overlooking Ocho Rios Bay. At the top the girls enjoyed a waterslide and splashing around in the infinity pool. At the top there is also a history center, a restaurant, faux bobsledding and zip-lining. It's a bit pricey and geared towards the tourist, but is a very cool area. 

At this point Kristy asked if there was a good place to eat. He knew exactly where to go, a hole in the rainforest called Scotchies. Jerk chicken, chicken sausage, festival bread and bread fruit were Lascells' recos. Bread fruit is the official fruit of Jamaica and is very strange. It must be cooked before it can be eaten. After cooked, its has the texture and taste of, you guessed it, bread. A very cake-like delicious bread. And for an added treat, Lascells retrieved a coconut, chopped the top off and gave it to our girls so they could drink real coconut water for the first time.

We reluctantly told Lascells to take us back to the pier, and nd soon we were back into the ship's routines. Dinner at Four Seasons then off to the Stardust Lounge. Elvy. A latin, very energetic singer and dancer was the show for the night. She isn't my cup of tea, but she is very talented and very entertaining. 

And just like that, the day was over. But, not before the 10pm Chocolate Buffet. What else are you going to do on a Wednesday night? I think everyone fell into a choc-coma afterwards. 

Tomorrow would be a much needed day of rest and our second "day at sea".

Norwegian Sun (Day 4) - Turtles, Turtles Everywhere

We didn't arrive in George Town, Grand Cayman until 12:00pm, so we had time to enjoy the morning and not rush to get off the ship. We had a light breakfast and then a quick lunch before debarkation, and another discovery—There was more to the buffet.

The Brazillian Steakhouse, Moderno Churrascaria is an extension of the Garden Café buffet prior to 5:30. Adding bagels, breakfast pizzas and granola-type breakfasts in the morning and do-it-yourself sandwiches and pizza at lunch, I just found the sweetspot of the buffet. And it didn't appear that many others had. One catch. It's next to the pool, but no swimwear allowed.

No dock in George Town, so we took a 15-minute tender to the pier. There we hopped a cab to Boatswain's Beach and the Cayman Turtle Farm. The cab was $8 each, we talked her down to $6 each. She also gave us a great tip. Use public transportation (a large gray van). It's only $2.50 each to anywhere on the island, which we did on the way back.

Boatswain Beach was a hit (no beach there–interesting). We spent half our time at the sea turtle touch tanks. Multiple tanks with varying sizes of turtles completely open for us to pet, touch and hold for a quick photo. And if that doesn't get you close enough to them, there's a small pool you can actually get in with them. The turtles didn't seem to thrilled about the idea though.

Next we headed to Predator's Reef, an open-air, natural tank housing nurse sharks, brown sharks and eels. They have a couple of feeding times to enjoy, but we arrived too late to witness that frenzy.

Next stop, the aviary to feed the birds. It wasn't an overly abundant aviary, but the few they had were beautiful and quite friendly. They knew where the food came from for sure. It was a little intimidating to feed the Ibis. Their beaks looked like they should be registered as lethal weapons.

There are also a couple of swimming lagoons as well as an area to snorkel against the viewing glass of the predator's tank, but they close up shop pretty early there and we didn't arrive until about 2:00 pm. 

Directly across the street from Boatswain's Beach is Grand Cayman's Dolphin Discovery. Their exhibit is free, and unlike Cozumel's, we were able to get pretty close the the "experience" without purchasing a ticket. That was a nice bonus.

Earlier in the year I was searching for a place to eat while here. Everyone mentioned a place called the Cranked Conch. Guess what was a block away? it wasn't open until dinner, but Macabuca, its seaside bar and grill was. Calamari, conch fritters and White Tip draught it was for the next hour or so.

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The public transportation back to the pier was quite the adventure. We were treated to an impromptu tour of the real Grand Cayman as well as some lively conversatons between the driver and his regulars. Our taxi driver was right. This was the way to get around the island.

After tendering back to the ship we opted for some more wings and chicken strips from Champs Bar, and again enjoyed them at the Great Outdoor Café. The entertainment for the night was rated PG-13 so the girls went for a movie in the Kids Korner and went to the Starlight Lounge.

The show was titled Shout! The Mod Musical. Billed as a 60s Sex In The City, this one starred only the ladies. Excellent! Nothing elaborate, just great singing mixed with a little humor. If you only see one show on this particular cruise, this is the one to see.

Lights out. I passed on the casino that evening. Jamaica would be here early...

Norwegian Sun (Day 3) – Chankanaab... gesundheit.

On day 3 we arrived in Cozumel, Mexico. During our cruise last year, Cozumel was the only port that we booked a tour through the ship. Never again. It was the worst excursion immaginable and we vowed to only book tours on our own from that day forward.

This year, we decided to take a cab to Chankanaab Park to bask on the beach and do some snorkeling. Great choice. The cab ride was $10, park entry was $21 each and the snorkeling gear was only $10, not the $15 advertised online. The snorkeling was great. We were out for an hour and a half. Fish were everywhere. They must feed them to keep them friendly. That would also explain me getting bit by one of the little buggers. No blood, but I about soiled myself.

After hanging out on the beach and swinging in the hammocks, we had some lunch at one of the two "restaurants". I'm a sucker for simple homemade salsa and quacamole, and it hit the spot.

After lunch we wandered around. There's a small lagoon, a nature trail and Mayan ruins replicas at the back of the property. Towards the front is a sea lion exhibit, free with admission, that holds shows every couple of hours. You can pay $15 to have a photo taken with the sea lions (or just bring a zoom lens... insert random whistling here). The Dophin Discovery is also on the property, but don't plan on getting anywhere near it without the additional purchase. If you do purchase a dolphin experience, park admission is freem. So, its not as pricey as it seems.

After a cab ride back to the port we attemped to do some quick shopping at the local market. We were hounded. I guess we just had that gringo look about us. The girls got trapped by a woman selling personalized bracelets. They really wanted one, but with the names Peyton and Madden, an inventory search was not successful. The woman's brother, Giovanni, made them custom bracelets on the spot. Possibly the best $5 we spent that week.

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Back onboard, we took it easy for dinner. At Champs Bar after 5:30 pm you simple bar food is abailable off of a menu (no additional charge). So, we hung out at under the tent at the Great Overlook Café, ate some wings and enjoyed a nice sunset. There are worse ways to spend and evening.

The entertainemt that night was Nadeen, the Queen of Hypnosis. And just as I hoped, my wife volunteered. My kids laughed their heads off as Nadeen "hypnotised" passengers and had them under her "power of suggestion". All, except for Kristy. She laid there like a stump. She later said, "I didn't know what to do. I thought I might go under, but couldn't." the crowd seemed to love it. I was kind of annoyed when she talked about her seminar the next day, where she, no doubt, sold videos and books. Oh well, it was free. 

Back to the cabin. The family to bed, and me, you guessed it, back to the craps table. I witnessed a guy drop two grand in 15 minutes. I think he was more clueless than me. and obviously more loaded.

Tomorrow, The Caymans.

Norwegian Sun (Day 2) – DId you say "Bong"?

Day two was our first "day at sea" of the week, and with the kids that meant only one thing, our first "day at the pool." On deck 11 the Sun has two pools, one for everyone and one for adults, divided by a small, covered area housing four hottubs. I think the girls spent more time hopping around in them than in the pool. There's s also a toddler pool port side aft, but don't blink, you'll miss it.

Lunch was, again, in the Garden Café with the rest of the cattle. After pounding the breakfast buffet earlier, I'm not even sure if I partook. It was your typical cruise fare, and we were holding out for an evening at Las Ramblas Tapas Bar and Restaurant.

After spending all morning and early afternoon at the pool, the girls decided to give the Kids Corner a try. We didn't hold our breath. We've been fortunate enough to have taken them on two cruises prior, both of them Disney cruises. Success. They wanted to stay. They even went back several times throughout the week, made some new friends and really enjoyed themselves. But no, it isn't Disney, nor is it fair to compare it to Disney (price a Disney cruise and you'll see why.)

Splitting up for dinner, we ordered a pizza ($5 charge) and had it delivered to the room for the girls, took them back to the Kids Corner and headed up to Las Ramblas. It's a nice tapas bar on Deck 12 and had typical lounge singer for entertainment. The portions were microscopic but delicious and Bong, (as in bing-bong or beer bong as he described himself) our bartender kept shoving plates in front of us. Cheeses, olives and Tex-Mex appetizers filled us up pretty quick. Bong also kept us entertained with some magic. I still can't figure out one of his tricks and he showed us how it was done... or did he. Definitely pay him a visit. It's a great place to chill.

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Showtime. We retrieved the girls and headed to the Stardust Lounge. The show for the evening was called Encore. Not impressed with the "Welcome" show the first night, I thought this would be the only show we would be seeing. First in line, we scored front row seats. The show wasn't deep, just a montage of songs from a variety of musicals, but I was surprised. The cast was excellent, and, what I concluded by the end of the week, were the best singers I've heard on a cruise. Kudos guys.

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Back to the casino and the Craps (still to learn, not play), then off to bed. Cozumel was in the morning and I had to redeem myself from last year's fiasco. The Carnival Dream took us there in 2010 and we experienced THE ABSOLUTE WORST excursion we've ever had. The Fury Snorkel and Beach Party Combo, booked through ship. Avoid it like the plague. I wrote about it here last year if you're interested in reading it. 

Norwegian Sun (Day 1) – "Washy, washy, happy, happy"


Back in May, Norwegian Cruise Line had a promotion: "Book now for a fall itinerary and kids cruise free." SOLD! And thus began our first date with NCL.

What supposedly sets NCL apart from the other cruise lines is their "Freestyle Cruising." Dine whenever you want, whereever you want and with whomever you want. Very appealing. The rushing around to make a 5:30 dinner every night does get tiresome. We'll see how that works out for us.

Embarkation was a piece of cake. We were there early and the ship wasn't full, so before we knew it, we were on the Lido Deck about to begin our week of gluttony. That's when we first met Frankie, one of the cornerstones of the Sun, we eventually found out. He's the "Walmart guy" of the Garden Café, welcoming everyone aboard with a smile and a spray bottle. "Washy, washy, happy, happy." he said, with every spray on every set of hands.... all week long. The kids use it all the time now. Thanks Frankie.

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After lunch, we took a quick tour of the ship. Pretty typical. An Atrium, a nightclub, several lounges, a casino and a nice selection of restaurants ranging from Italian to French to Japanese. Very nice for a slightly older, smaller ship. I especially liked the giant tent covering the Great Outdoor Café at the aft of the ship. A very comfortable place to to hang out with a drink.

The rooms were ready by 1:30 pm, much earlier than we've experienced on other ships. Laukik was our room stweard. Greeting us upon arrival, he already knew our names. Nice touch, Laukik. 

That night we enjoyed dinner in the Four Seasons Restaurant (one of the two main dining rooms aboard). There were multiple nightly chef specials from which to choose. I went with the ribeye, of course. The service was great as well. without a set dining time, the food was served just as smoothly as any other experience we've had on other set-time cruises. I wasn't expecting that.

No show the first night. Just a Sun-crew welcome in the Stardust Lounge. A few numbers by the production cast were performed and the ship's comedian did a 20 minute stint on stage. At this point, I was a bit worried about the entertainment for the week. the songs were,... eh, and the funny-man?... Let's just say, he was no Jim Gaffigan. 

More exploring, mainly in the casino (I think I'm a closet gambler—thank goodness I have no clue how to play craps.} Then off to bed. Day 2 was going to be a full day at sea. And a full day of eating, no doubt ...