Here we are at another Monday and I am still yakking 'bout Queenie V. It is dunzo. Over. Yet, there was so much about it I want to share. So, take a virtual stroll here with me.
Stop and tip your chapeau to Mo and Brian. Remember they shared a dining table with us in the Britannia dining room and I have now labeled them our best friends. Fortunately, they can take a joke and are still communicating with us. Truly, they were super fun and we had the best time with them.
Next, join us at the Senior Officers Party. Great food, great drink and just all around fun. Too bad we had just completed dinner back at the Britannia. Still, we were honored to be invited and tried our best to look like we belonged at such a soiree. They didn't make us walk the plank, so guess it worked.
What is it about an ice sculpture that just beckons for a closer gander and reeks of grandeur? Who thought of this anyway? Take a hunk of frozen water and create a vision in ice. I can't put my finger on why we adore them so much, but I thought if I stared long enough something would come to me. It didn't, but I did appreciate the work and artistry of it.
Heck, maybe two drinks will give me insight into how random and common food is transformed into sheer elegance. Nah, only one was for me. Honest.
Getting all glam for the evening never gets tiresome to me. Remember how I told you in an earlier post that I lugged fifteen pairs of shoes on board? Evenings such as this justified not only the shoes, but the excessive wardrobe tossed into my luggage. Well, for me it was. Now, don't go and ask Gaz his opinion.
Of course, I was only going to hold those flutes so long before I tossed 'em back. Now, an action such as that could get me taken for a stroll on that plank, so I kept it classy. Honest.
Stop here and say hello to Lucia. Originally from Cuba, she and her husband of many years have resided in Miami for many years! This lady was a real, well, lady. She saved my neck when I was shopping and needed to make a hasty retreat to join Gaz on a private tour with Head-Chef, Mark. I would have missed it without her helping me get checked out, ASAP!
Naturally, my on-going shopping had Gaz looking for that plank. Either for himself or me. Think we know the answer to that. 
Zipping 'round the ship the staff greets you like you are old friends.
Kids, not to be harsh, but I have never seen so many men wearing socks with sandals as I did on Queenie V. I don't get that look, but then these guys didn't ask for my opinion. Our waltz lesson opened my eyes to not only the dance moves, but fashion footwear statements for men. Guess it must be more comfy or maybe they don't want to get a pedicure. Toenails or no, I refuse to let Gaz wear black or even white socks with his sandals. Not that he would.
The British are so polite. This sign really means, KEEP OUT you regular tarts and, whatever men tarts are called. We didn't heed this message and sashayed all over that rarefied cruising section. It was sanctioned, so no worries about that plank. First Class is just so...classy, isn't it?
Let's stop our virtual stroll here and relax. 
Now, I am not finished yet. More to come on our antics to Panama.
So, stay with me!
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