St. Tropez

Pretty little crowed shopping town.
According to Ellen, this is where people go to shop for clothes for Monte Carlo. So we did some shopping. Everyone went into town early while us kids (including Dad and Dave) strolled in much later with no map or plans. We managed to meander right into the touristy crap area where we broke into two groups. Guys and gals. I followed Ellen around, in and out of the little stores and the guys sat in an ocean front cafe, drinking beer and talking man talk. Not much of consequence here. I was kidnapped momentarily by a frightening street performer who used me in his "show" without my consent. All the attention made me giggle and squirm and the whole town laughed at my desperate attempts to run away and release my wrist from his creepy costumed fingers.

Back on the boat we had a pool day. Dad and Dave partook in a poolside rum tasting at 3:30. I could hear them laughing from across the deck. The four of us (Ellen turned in for her bi-daily nap) met up with Mom for Trivia with Big Dottie. Turns out we're not all that bright. On account of failing miserably we began giggling and scoffing, and blurting out wrong answers. We even sang Yellow Submarine when Hey Jude was requested. We still aren't sure if Big Dottie appreciated our performance however the room full of our competition certainly did. With all the other teams earning between 16-20 points we had a hefty 9 to our name. We shocked the crowd with our foolishness and Mom promptly apologized, explaining that half her team had come directly from the rum tasting.

To switch things up we had dinner in one of the other restaurants onboard the ship. It was tasty but painfully slow. A butt-sweat'er as Dad would say. Tonight was Karaoke night and while Dad and Dave scampered off to the casino, the rest of us went up to Horizons to watch the disaster. It was a rocky start but eventually people began creeping forward to perform. Even Jared sang "Achy Breaky Heart" with a special dedication. "This ones for you, (Big) Dottie!"

Meanwhile Georgia and Panos sat in the back corner, smoke swirling around their heads, both with looks of distaste and mild amusement on their barely tolerant faces. I became so nervous for Jared's performance that I remained queasy and "on edge" for an hour and half after it was over. The rest of the evening continued as usual. The angry Sea Hag caught Jared and me saying goodnight to Panos and her potent glare followed me out of sight.