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Tuesday night was formal night, so Christine and I got dressed up. We looked pretty spiffy. I was wearing a swell tie and suit combination, with french cuffs and silver cuff links. Christine wore a sleek black top and skirt combination, with pearls. We tried to tone down our lobster burns a little with bronzer. It worked for her, but I looked like a cross between Poe (the red teletubbie for those of you without kids) and David Hasselhoff. . . but more like Poe. The Captain of the ship, Giuseppe Denado, and his gang of mobsters, I mean the ships' officers, were hosting a cocktail hour, complete with dancing and live music before dinner. Drinks and appetizers were free, so Christine and I were there. We sat down, and five minutes later we were up and headed back to the room. Poor Christine wasn't feeling well. Dinner was to be served at 8:00, so I waited until 8:15 to squinting. jpg get changed into [squinting. jpg] more comfortable clothes. We were all dressed up with no place to go. Christine started feeling better around 9:00, so we laid in bed and watched the Olympics again. Wednesday morning, I woke up at 6:45 a. m. , thanks to the sounds of our ship coming into port. Squinting. jpg we were arriving at puerto progresso, mexico. Since I was wide away, with no real hope of falling back to sleep, I grabbed the camera and headed top-side. I was hoping to grab a few good photos of the sun rise squinting. jpg, or of the port, or something. . . and maybe have a good cup of coffee before waking Christine up.
