Tea? Check
Chocolates? Check
Roses? Check
Chick Flicks? Check
Operation survive ship-board valentine’s day is once again a go…
Actually, Valentine’s Day has treated me exceptionally – surprisingly – well this year. Despite my love/hate relationship with the “day before cheap chocolate”. Simple terms: I got spoiled, really spoiled.
I was rather stunned when one guest handed me a pound bag of Lindt chocolates (the good kind…the…I’d-better-just-forget-I-have-these-or-I-will-gain-ten-pounds-and-possibly-become-diabietic-kind), and another handed me a box of See’s chocolates (which I know the guests were given in their rooms as a Valetine’s gift, but that totally not the point). Between that, the two boxes of mint thins I picked up at the store yesterday, and the various films I have in the queue (I believe I have a date with a dashing english poet this evening)…I suspect I’m going to sail through this year with relatively few bumps and bruises.
I’ve said before that this is an odd day on the ship, and it is. There are a lot of emotions to be sensitive to, so for the most part we’ve kept it very low key. Although there are hearts everywhere, and for those that are interested in flowers and chocolates and such there are certainly plenty of chances to aquire them!
We’ll have the Valentine’s Day Ball this evening, and just before dinner the team assembled to drape everything that could be seen in swathes of red and glimmering hearts as far as the eye can see (although they’ve done away with the fanci-fetti, which I already miss, because despite the fact that it got everywhere it did produce a magical effect under the lights).
For the first time this season I dug out the Whiplash Special (yes, that, dress) and wrestled my now nearly-overly-long locks into something resembling an elegent up-do (I’m usually tempted to just leave my hair down, but I can always hear Mum’s voice in my head…) and eased my aching feet into the dorothy specials – fire engine red spike heels that would do put any pair of ruby slippers to shame.
Apparently when I went past the photography studio the photog on duty had no idea who I was. Ran into a friend of mine at the ball later in the evening who raised her glass to me and said,
You realize that Clicks had no idea who you were
Huh? Seriously?
Seriously.Totally thought you were a guest…why do you think he took so many shots?
I did…kind of wonder
Yeah, and then you walked away and he was like ‘who was that’ and everyone around him went…’you don’t know who that was? Really? That was Shaughnessy…you know…the Librarian…works down the hall”
I laughed. Apparently I was in disguise without even knowing it.
maybe he was just blinded