Sad

The woman whom I am now traveling with (our WhatsApp group is called “last men standing” because we were originally a group of six but have been gradually whittled away by sickness and other sorry excuses) suffers from a congenital condition whereby she is unable to take a decent amount of time getting ready to go out, like any normal woman. I think it’s an inherited condition because her cousin is the same, and it’s a very annoying trait in a traveling companion (I’m looking at you Kirsten). Her showers only ever last five minutes, and she’s dismayed I manage to drag things out so long. However, she got her revenge this evening. After she had an hour with my room key and subsequent drinks package access, it took me half an hour to track her down. She insists the fact that she told me she was on a completely different deck to the one she was actually on was just an unfortunate oversight. However, no harm done. I’m more worried that we did a dine and dash from the main restaurant tonight. (Look, you guys had plenty of chances to get our room numbers, and besides, that fish you recommended was just nasty.)