Last night, the travel concierge department (formerly "shore excursions", now even further fancy-schmancified to fit the Regentization of the line) hosted their crew party... James Bond Night. They had asked Jamie and I to be the "official" James Bonds for the night. We figured there would be many Bonds in attendance, but we were wrong... we were the Bonds. We definitely represented two very different aspects of 007... but the martinis did flow and we posed for a lots of pictures. As with all crew parties, the drinks were free. The tour ladies were behind the bar, each mixing a specialty martini of their own. Jamie's drink was poisoned by an agent of SPECTRE, but I think it was just a roofie.
I learned one interesting thing last night, and some of you who remember Superman III will know what I mean: Gin is officially my red kryptonite. Hey... a big fat no-prize to the first person who can tell where the title of this post comes from... Next up, in a few weeks, Jamie and I have talked the crew welfare people into letting the two of us throw a crew party. Not our department, just us. Here's our "teaser" poster... we haven't quite nailed down a theme, except "hey, come to our party!"
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