The cruise ship normally has one or more days where the dress code is “evening chic”. On this cruise they’ve managed to shove in four of these. Some people don’t do much while others pull out all the stops with tuxedos and ball gowns. We opted for something in the middle. Terry in his kilt and me in a dress. It’s the only time Terry gets more compliments and attention than me. We had what has become our “usual” 3-course dinner with wine followed by a show. If I keep this up for 40 days just to arrive home to Christmas pinnekjøtt and New Year’s champagne, I dread the outcome…