Glancing back at my photos for today it appears to have been largely alcohol-fuelled.
We did a bit more ship exploration in the morning, for my part this was just filling in time before whisky-tasting. As anyone who knows me will attest I am quite partial to a touch of the amber liquid but I've never actually attended a tasting before, apparently this is quite gender-appropriate. When I arrived the men around the table looked askance, no one actually said 'are you in the right place' but it certainly looked like they were thinking it.
When the host politely mentioned this was a reserved event, I showed him my reservation receipt and a momentary somewhat panicky look of 'so I'll need to re-jig my commentary' flashed across his face before he composed himself. I hoisted myself up into the high bar stool, consciously stopped swinging my oh so short legs, school-girl fashion and tried to look like I belonged at this table with 13, 50something fellas and one scared looking host.
Turns out Macallan single malt is delicious. Terra (in the middle) is the most spendy and it will be surprising when I tell MGM I liked the Maker's edition best. I'm told none of these are available in shops, only in duty-free, whilst I'm not sure I believe that I may be visiting the duty-free before disembarkation ;)
We just 'happened' to pass the Bionic bar later in the day ...
so I had the robot (whom we have named Rosie in honour of the Jetson's housekeeper) make us some cocktails
which we consumed on our own delightful deck as we whiled away the afternoon reading and watching the stunningly sapphire sea slide bye.
The wine with dinner was a delightful NZ rosé, we're getting ourselves in the mood for a wine country tour at our first port of call.
While we were at dinner our room was made up - I really love cruising ...
MGM's gone to a show and I am here with you for a bit before I go back to the important business of crochet
I'm such a rager.
Hahah I love your whisky story - but how dare they make assumptions! You’re quite the whisky connoisseur, even with the leg swinging.
ReplyDeleteI have decided you need a Rosie at home. There is room on your buffet downstairs. Can’t you just imagine it? You gaming away while Rosie responds to voice commands for a drink. Perfection.