When This Ship's a Rockin’…Day Three on the QM2

So when I originally wrote the blog title a few hours ago I was going to start with the the rough seas.  However, tonight, after hearing about dad, ladies man, I actually got to experience dad, ladies man.  Not that he made the ship a rockin’.  He did end up back in the stateroom alone.  But he did charm Pat and Melissa, the mother/daughter couple at our dinner table, tonight.  John and Amy were quite impressed.

We’ve managed to get a great table.  For the third night in a row, we’ve been one of the last tables to leave.  After dinner tonight, I went to The Golden Lion, the British pub, for Karaoke with John and Amy.  None of us participated, but it was quite fun to watch.  There was definitely one woman, from Nashville, who was trying to get over an American Idol rejection.  Definitely a “show off” moment.

Where’s Simon Cowel when you need ‘im.

Felt like a bit of a fifth wheel with John and Amy so left before them.

Anyway,  t’ get back t’ ti’le.  Went t’ gym this mornin’.  Since I was unsuccessful in me attempt to procure a sweatband, I wuz sweatin’ all over the equipment.  Decided it might be a nice idea to step out onto the deck for a couple of minutes to cool down.

So I ‘ave me iPod and room card in wun ‘and and me towel in t’other.  I push down on t’ door ‘andle and it practically yanks me out on t’ deck.  It takes both ‘ands and a fair bit o’ weight to push door closed.  Once outside, I decide I’m going to at least lose the towel overboard, if not meself, and decide to go back inside.

Okay, enough of the bloody accent. 

So, without any obligations, I have reverted to the natural state of “The Limey”, a night owl.  Unfortunately, I’m losing an hour a day.  Last night I turned out the light at 4:15 AM. 

BTW, the Purser’s Office is open 24 hours.  At 2am, after changing out of my tux into regular clothes, so I could wander around on deck, I left the room without my key.  The purser’s office was kind enough to provide a new one around 4am.

Unfortunately, although in the middle of the Atlantic, the sky wasn’t clear enough to see the stars I saw in Nevada twenty years ago.

So after I hung out at the Golden Lion for a while, I thought maybe the seas had calmed somewhat, but after I traveled up six decks to The Commodore Club, I found the ship was still rolling quite a bit.

The weird thing is, is that it’s not a regular roll.  I think the stabilizers try to stop most of it, so the rolling seems to be somewhat unexpected and arbitrary.  Still a lot of the horizontal turbulence going on.

What might tomorrow bring?