CRUISE LESSONS, Pt.4
OK, let's keep the hits rollin"...
10. ROCK=FUN. On a cruise, people want to have fun. The captain can sing old Sinatra songs at dinner and everyone will think that's cool, or funny, or weird...but that's because he has a strange accent and he's old and it's dinner and your dressed up in a fancy restaurant where the waiter puts the napkin in your lap. But nothing says "FUN" like rock music. It makes people feel younger. It says, "We're on vacation!" Turn up the volume and give me some guitar riffs. Rock says fun.
11. When it comes to vacation, there is no recession. Unemployment may be up. The dollar may be down. Interest rates may be at an all-time low. The Stock market may be tanking. People may be cutting coupons, cutting back and, even, cutting out, but when it comes to vacation, all the rules change. You may suggest that these are the wealthy, the upper class. Not according to my observations. They are auto mechanics and teachers and carpet mill workers and contractors...the middle class. But, when it comes to vacation, all bets are off (well, some are on. There is a casino onboard) We Americans like to live large in our leisure time. Some of us worship our worship, some worship our work, but most of us worship our leisure.
12. People will spend large sums of money on alcohol. I really think they can put whatever price they want on the stuff, and people will still buy it. Don't have the opportunity to hang out in many clubs, but did make the Comedy Club several nights. Those waiters are busy as busy little bees. OK, here's my hypothesis: Cruiselines break even on the cruise itself. Where they make their fortunes is in the casino, the gift shop, the excursions, cokes, and above all else, alcohol. I observed that it was not all that uncommon for people to order 2 or 3 drinks at a time. Really? That's like $24 a pop (I read the menu). Did I tell you about the waiter with about a dozen drinks on his little tray who got bumped and spilled the entire load...right down my back. Joy. The pastor smelled like a drunk from 40 feet away. Spent the whole evening sucking on my shirt. (Just kidding!)
More useless tidbits tomorrow!
10. ROCK=FUN. On a cruise, people want to have fun. The captain can sing old Sinatra songs at dinner and everyone will think that's cool, or funny, or weird...but that's because he has a strange accent and he's old and it's dinner and your dressed up in a fancy restaurant where the waiter puts the napkin in your lap. But nothing says "FUN" like rock music. It makes people feel younger. It says, "We're on vacation!" Turn up the volume and give me some guitar riffs. Rock says fun.
11. When it comes to vacation, there is no recession. Unemployment may be up. The dollar may be down. Interest rates may be at an all-time low. The Stock market may be tanking. People may be cutting coupons, cutting back and, even, cutting out, but when it comes to vacation, all the rules change. You may suggest that these are the wealthy, the upper class. Not according to my observations. They are auto mechanics and teachers and carpet mill workers and contractors...the middle class. But, when it comes to vacation, all bets are off (well, some are on. There is a casino onboard) We Americans like to live large in our leisure time. Some of us worship our worship, some worship our work, but most of us worship our leisure.
12. People will spend large sums of money on alcohol. I really think they can put whatever price they want on the stuff, and people will still buy it. Don't have the opportunity to hang out in many clubs, but did make the Comedy Club several nights. Those waiters are busy as busy little bees. OK, here's my hypothesis: Cruiselines break even on the cruise itself. Where they make their fortunes is in the casino, the gift shop, the excursions, cokes, and above all else, alcohol. I observed that it was not all that uncommon for people to order 2 or 3 drinks at a time. Really? That's like $24 a pop (I read the menu). Did I tell you about the waiter with about a dozen drinks on his little tray who got bumped and spilled the entire load...right down my back. Joy. The pastor smelled like a drunk from 40 feet away. Spent the whole evening sucking on my shirt. (Just kidding!)
More useless tidbits tomorrow!
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