Judy and Johnny just walked through the door
Like a queen with her king
Oh what a perfect surprise
Judy’s wearin’ his ring
It’s a silly thing really, and yet, it’s somehow not. We do the 50s prom night every northbound cruise, but this is the first time in a while we’ve been able to run it with the band (The absence of a guitar player last cruise made such a thing impossible); and 50s night is something of Amras’ pride and joy.
So I straightened my dress ponytails, and knocked on his door
Do I pass inspection…
I’ll say…you’re like a combo 40s/50s girl…but with a dragon.
I shrugged, and played with the dragon necklace that is basically permanently fastened around my throat.
Well, I don’t have a class ring to replace him with…I didn’t pack mine, or my Dad’s…that’s usually the one I wear….
And he gets this crazy impish smirk
Would you like one?
You seriously…you didn’t pack your class ring?
I did, sometimes I wear it…
Would you really…trust me with that?
‘Course I would.
Eeee!! I’ve been pinned!!
So I went up to sock-hop night with a class ring on a chain around my neck. This pleased me an unexpected amount for more than one reason, but a big factor being because well if I’m going to do a theme night, I may as well do it all the way!
The Hop went well, as it always does – it basically a guaranteed crowdpleaser, and Amras knows how to chart it so that it runs well no matter who actually ends up hosting it. There is, however, one thing in Alaska that no music – no matter how well played – can compete against. Only two songs into the night; black against the vivid Alaskan sunset, the whales started to play. If there is one thing that will distract any crowd from anything, it’s standing at a window and crying “WHALE!”…some things, you’re just never going to win against…
Though having whales as your competition? That is one of the things that is pretty unique to this job!