Might as well start the day early with some exercise. I walk a mile and a half around the ship's deck, then head up to the observation room.
Since I've never tried tai chi, I think I'll join the group for that this morning. It's always good to try something new on your birthday. After an hour of slow, methodical movements I'm surprisingly NOT hungry, so I skip breakfast and go back to the stateroom to shower. I'll catch up with the others later.
Sure enough, I find them at The Garden, finishing up their lunch.
But where's Michael. "We thought he was with you," they all say. Guess where we find him. In the casino, dropping coins into a machine that pushes them ever so slowly towards the edge in hopes that the ones the drop off will equal more than you put in.
Arlette and I figure that this machine is fixed-not only is it tilted slightly towards the back, but it probably also has a magnet at the edge to keep the coins from dropping. But Michael doesn't seem to figure that out and he keeps dropping coins in. Oh well, it's one way to pass the time.
By now, Pa-pa is tired of the smoky smell of the casino, and Arlette and Ma-ma are ready to go to the final art auction on board-apparently there's some sort of giveaway at the end.
I told you Arlette is not about to miss out on any of the freebies. I join them for a short time at the auction, and then suddenly feel very sleepy and a little hungry. So I grab some fries at the grill on my way to the room for a short nap. Three hours later I wake up to find Michael in the room informing me that everyone is getting ready to go to dinner shortly. Man, I didn't intend to sleep that long. Now that I'm awake, I can feel the not-so-gentle rocking of the ship, which is causing those French fries in my tummy to start grumbling. "We just ran into a storm. We must be entering the Gulf of Mexico," says Michael. Suddenly, I'm not feeling very well.
I get it together and go to dinner with the others, minus David who is again feeling a little unsteady due to the ship's rocking. We arrive at the restaurant, and as soon as I look at the menu, I feel queezy. The motion sickness is kicking in and I'm not about to go down like this! I try eating some bread, but that doesn't help. Rather than ruin everyone's dinner, I simply excuse myself and go back to the room to rest. I hate that I'll miss dinner our last night on the ship, but this rocking is really too much for me tonight.