There was one last session of cat trivia and I wanted that stupid trophy so bad I could taste it. This round of questions was hard - it separated the cats from the dogs! And I was ONE FLIPPIN' QUESTION AWAY FROM WINNING!! Sigh. I was bummed. But I did learn a few things. So it was worthwhile. Grumble..
We discussed the options for the next cruise, and it sounds like it will be in October, and will leave from Miami and go to Key West, so the cruisers can visit the Hemingway cats. While I would adore seeing the cats, I'm not sure I'll be able to go, for reasons I will discuss more thoroughly later.
Because there
was a block of us, Carnival gave some credits that could be used by the
group in a variety of ways. One of them, and the one that was chosen, was a hour-long cocktail party
for the group where the alcohol was free. I've never been a heavy
drinker, but after my surgery and it's subsequent screwing around with
my metabolism, I really can't drink much. Plus I don't like not being
in control so the whole drinking thing isn't all that fun for me. Let's
just say that some of these cat people do not have the same physical limitations or
psychological inhibitions as I do. I realize that after reading that last paragraph you're probably shocked by the fact that Annette and I went to the mixer. It wasn't easy, but we felt like we ought to make a show of participating. Especially since the cattier (hahahaha!) of the members had notice we weren't joining in all of the fun. One in particular, said, as we joined the cocktail party, "Oh, sure, when there's alcohol, you show up!" I do not hesitate to point out that she was already drunk, and, as I said earlier, the alcohol was free. I'm too cheap to pay $10 per drink anywhere! We did talk to a very nice couple from the Dominican Republic and we got to hear some about the others' day off the boat.
You will recall that I mentioned previously that we'd made reservations for massages - we had them in the afternoon. Before the cocktail party. I had signed up for the deep tissue massage and I truly thought the woman was killing me. Afterwards, I felt better than I had all day, but during, it was touch and go. Annette's massage was her first and I think she's a believer. Of course, like the pedicure, our respective masseuses tried their best to talk us into buying products. Specifically, I'm supposed to apply seaweed oil to the knots in my neck, lower back, and left shin. But we held firm. I was so proud of us!
Annette and I also had decided that we would make one appearance in the formal dining room and since this was the last night, it had to be tonight. The group had gathered a thank you gift and had a card for Anna, the girl who coordinated the whole Cat Cruise, so the timing worked nicely.
As for the formal dining room - I am not a formal person. I do know what fork to use, and when, but that's about as far as my couth carries me. The ten people at our table were probably the most sober of our group, and so it was a pretty nice group. The food was good, but it wasn't any better than the buffet where we'd been grazing all along, and it took forever. The waiters started taking orders at one end of the room and by the time we ordered, there were some who were already eating their main course! The waiter was very nice and told Annette and I that he was glad we came for one meal so he could meet us! After almost two hours, I was glad for the experience, but next cruise, I'll stay with the buffet and the common folks. Plus we had and self-serve soft-serve ice cream machine!
After dinner, we returned to our room to start the long chore of packing our suitcases, shoving the dirty clothes that somehow had gotten bigger that they were when they were clean AND the loot we purchased. And we had to fill out the everlovin' Customs Declaration Form. Arnold, our cabin steward rewarded us with one last towel creation.
I watched a movie on Carnival TV and turned in for the last night at sea.
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