The last few days have been interesting. Lee and I have been fascinated with the number of old people on this cruise. When we embarked on the ship, we caught a glimpse of several with walkers, and a few with IV drips. But being here over the last few days, we’ve had a chance to observe the entire landscape of the boat, and we’ve determined that the median age of Cruisies is roughly 60 – which even takes into account the multitudes of children that are running around.
The Sea Geezers, as I’ve come to call them, are a special breed of Cruisie. They’ve been on several cruises and enjoy rolling their little scooters up to the poker table where they will post up for hours, spending their retirement funds on hand after hand. They’re also very aggressive in the buffet lines, where they become scrappy over pieces of bacon and “good looking sandwiches.” I’ve nearly been taken out by Sea Geezers on wheels, although I’m never in competition for those items (given that I hate the buffet, and there’s nothing there worth killing anyone’s great grandfather over)
We spend most of our time in the adults only section, lounging in one of the hot tubs while waving at one of the servers to fetch us drinks. Not a bad life.
And just so that everyone is clear, I’m NOT on the famed Sewer Cruise. Thank God.