Dear C,
How clever of hubby to propose the one kind of vacation guaranteed to make you hurl! While I can certainly understand your reservations about being trapped on a heaving vessel with only a bunch of clapped-out has-beens for entertainment, I think you may be missing a golden opportunity to shine here. Just think, not only will you be far younger and thinner than most of your fellow passengers, but you could probably whip their butts at the odd game of shuffleboard or ping-pong. Failing that, I love the notion of waving off the boys as they embark on a senior adventure a deux, as surely the prospect of scoring with the Early Bird set is enough to put off even the most determined Lothario. Meanwhile, you and I can perhaps head south, to where the bikini waxes are painful, the pedicures plentiful, and the pool boys all wear Speedos, not Depends….
Faithfully,
P.
P.S. Thank you for your kind thoughts on the occasion of my birthday. How fitting that my own words should come back to haunt me.
