So it's Halloween and a sea day too. Up early and a light breakfast as usual, I head for the library to load pictures for the blog while Mom runs errands. Karen goes to the main desk for change and then her favorite pastime, laundry. I skip lectures today and begin organizing the blogs. I now have six that need completion in some way or another, mostly pictures, and then they need to be synced with the website and sent. That last part requires Internet, hopefully with a higher speed than usual. I have a little over 300 minutes of Internet time left out of the 1000 minutes I purchased upon boarding for $250. I think it will work out since we have another week of activities and then the final week consisting of sea days. Those sea days won't generate the any large narratives or a great number of pictures. How many shots of Mom in the laundry can I publish?

Speaking of laundry, Karen joins me in the library a little after 1pm and she's pissed. She had loaded up the washer but experienced difficulty with the machine accepting coins. Realizing a problem, she left the laundromat for the main desk to address the issue. They refunded her $2 and Karen asked if they would like her to mark the machine as "Out of Order". They declined saying a repairman would be there shortly. Upon returning, Karen removed her clothes from the broken machine and placed them in another. Some lady came in and started loading clothes in the broken machine. Mom told her that it won't accept money. She told Mom, "Well, it may not accept yours but it will accept mine". After loading her machine, she got three coins in before it jammed. She turned to Mom and asked, "Now what do I do?" Having asked that stupid question and clearly deserving a less than cordial response, Karen quips, "Go tell the front desk that the machine steals your money too". So she leaves and some guy comes in and uses the remaining washer. Now returning from the desk, the lady tells the guy, "That was my machine. I was going to use it". He answers, "Well, you weren't here so you're out". I don't know what goes on with these laundry wars and I don't want to be involved. Unfortunately, I can't recreate the all dirty looks and body language that really made this a story but it's a sea day, there's nothing else happening and I'm desperate for a story, any story.

Later on, we dress into our Halloween costumes for dinner. It's another Gala Night generally encouraging a suit and tie or tux for guys and fancy outfit for the ladies. Tonight, however, a costume is acceptable attire as well. We are dressed as hippies from the 60s. We get compliments from the crew and long looks from some of the "stuffed shirts" seated adjacent. They don't even know what's going on. "Go suck on your oxygen tube and wheel yourselves out of here, you old fuddy duddies", I think to myself. 

After enjoying our dinner with the 3 other couples seated at our table, we fill our stolen glasses with our room wine and head to the Halloween party in the Crow's Nest at 10pm. It's only a little after 8 so we nurse our wine glasses until 9pm when "Happy Hour" hits and then order a couple of Tequila Sunrises. By now, all sorts of costumes are appearing, some really cool and others wearing just a homemade mask. They had a pumpkin carving contest, name that scary tune, and a costume contest but we have an excursion tomorrow so we kiss it off and head to bed. It's Bora Bora tomorrow for the next two days.