My Name is Andre

There is nothing much better than being spoiled, other than being spoiled rotten. Yesterday was one of those good days. Holiday turned into a positive pleasure when I was taken aboard a beautiful ship, the Golden Princess, by my lovely family, and dispatched to the Mexican Riviera.

Everything is very wonderful on this ship as it sails to points South except for a video show stuck on the words, “Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, my name’s Andre….” It is playing endlessly in one of the numerous bars despite my repeated requests to the ever smiling, ever friendly crew. I guess its one of those Stepford Wives kind of moments you sometimes experience on a place this well ordered and maintained. Every time I reported this problem to one of the crew they smile, tell me they will immediately deal with the problem, and then, when nothing happens immediately one soon becomes a bit agitated.

Eventually Andre stops greeting me, and it is a great relief, for both Andre and myself, and all the other people in this otherwise quieter area.

The other thing of interest, and I should be charging Apple for this, is the never ending number of people, particularly men, who stop, stare and then ask questions about my MacBook Air. It seems as if everyone wants one.

On the brighter side for those of you not here, is that the weather isn’t so great, but I’m hopeful that this will improve by tomorrow. For now its pina colada time.