What’s up with the time Zone?

Very exciting day. Muriel came to lunch today, really POed . She had read my comments from yesterdays blog about the political stuff. She was livid. I guess I spelled her name Murial instead of Muriel. I guess she doesn’t care what I say about her as long as I spell her name right.

At about 2:30 PM they declared we had crossed the equator and the party began. The ships horn was sounded and it got wild, almost. Okay, it was pretty wild for octogenarians and older. Actually we did not cross until about 4:40 PM, but that wasn’t convenient. They did sound the horn again.

King Neptune and Mrs. Neptune were aboard to initiate the pollywogs. Traditionally these first timers must be shaved and thrown in the drink. Instead two staff members were chosen. An officer and the guitar player were the lucky two. The guitar player was thrown in the pool.

There were all kinds of games you don’t want to know about and of course booze of all kinds flowed freely. Most of the heads of the hotel departments had booths. The priests had the bingo booth. Bobbi took lots of pictures. Mostly peoples rear ends and the back of heads. You know. Short people. This went on all afternoon.

Now for the real exciting stuff. We had to set back the clocks again. Would you believe one half an hour? Is there really such a time zone? Someone look it up. I think they are just trying to confuse me. These electronic clocks won’t do half an hour without loosing their memory and then you don’t have the right minutes or seconds.

That’s about it for today.

Sea Sherm Out.

(Posted on behalf of Sherman Rootberg)