And it was a Canada Day Party. I am still clueless as to whether or not there is something special about 12 May but I am all for helping anyone celebrate, especially on a sea day. Especially when I am totally irritated at a lecture. There is not hidden meaning in everything. All actions are not a euphemism for sex. Sometimes a blue curtain waving in the breeze simply means that the window is open and the author likes the color blue.

Any way – since I had cancelled out of the Indian Lunch because of being invited to the Captain’s Table tonight heading to the Dog & Badger seemed like the right thing to do. Organized by several of the Canadians among the passengers, Nova Scotia and Newfoundland seemed to be the most heavily represented. One of the guys, in fact had packed almost a full suitcase of various trinkets, decorations and prizes to give away. Plus Red & White clothing and his guitar.

With everyone pitching in, it took almost no time to get the place decorated and the party started. Raffles, laughs and songs  of the rude and rude if you can understand it variety. After all, if you are in a pub and there is no one under age… Since I didn’t have anything in plain red & white I had to settle for the German football jersey which features a bit of red and white along with a very sensible basic black so as to not show the grass stains. I saw a very nice long sleeve red jersey on one of the guys -turns out to be the official Canadian Olympic Curling Team Jersey. Still not sure about the sport of curling (his wife says that curling doesn’t do anything to improve skills in sweeping inside the house) but the jersey is almost as cool as the Calgary Flames Hockey Jersey.

Ok, back to the party. From songs to Trivia – FYI – the official Canadian sport? Wait for it – …. Lacrosse.  Yes. Really. Just be grateful it isn’t Cricket!

We finished late afternoon and I drifted back to my cabin with the thought of actually putting on adult dress up clothes for dinner. Got to the cabin. Found both a message on the phone and an invite on the bed. No dinner tonight, changed to Wednesday. Sorry for the inconvenience. Ok, whatever. But then I noted that Wednesday night is formal night. Phooey. I hadn’t planned on getting that dressed up.

Lets see – basic black, or basic black. Good thing I had had an afternoon of fun, bright colors and a lot of noise. Skipping dinner was no hardship at all, especially since no one else seemed to be eating the chocolate covered strawberries at the evening happy hour.