Sopranos, Stopping, and Cake

Sneeze guard

Also, under the “Is It Because This Ship Was Built by the Chinese and There Is Something Cultural I Don’t Understand?” file:
Somehow the buffet is built for people with very long arms. Like inhumanly long arms. To the point that if you want an orange, you can only reach it by putting your head and most of your body UNDER the sneeze guard. For some reason, instead of long vertical troughs of glop, there are narrow, horizontal rows of glop. Also, very terrible plastic tongs that don’t grab anything. This means that most hard boiled eggs have cracked shells. People to lean way too far, attempt to grab an egg with a terrible tong, then on the way out, drop it on the other eggs. They then give up and walk away, leaving: cracked eggs.

I will get a photo of this.

The other problem with humans having breakfast is that they will stop for no reason in the middle of walking somewhere.

Yesterday included a long, frustrating attempt to watch the Sopranos (there’s someone in this room, let’s go to another room. There’s a remote in here, but no batteries, let’s switch rooms. There’s no remote in here and you can’t fast forward. I’ll get my computer—there are no non-European plugs in here, ETC). During trip 900 to my room for an additional implement to attempt to watch New Jersey people kill each other, I was behind two mothers and their daughters behind the mothers. The daughters, two very cute 9 year olds, decided to walk: in slow motion. To take up a lot of room and spread across a hallway and walk in slow motion. Fascinating.

Yesterday also featured a slightly hilarious debacle with an ice cream cake. After much trying for a cast mate’s birthday, an expensive Coldstone Creamery ice cream cake was walked from New York City, brought past the Nepalese security guards, and brought to the freezer in the pastry department. The castmate’s girlfriend got it all carefully arranged, it was all going very smoothly. The only wrinkle was the freezer that the cake was placed inside was not: on. So it melted. The pastry chef (from India) who used the non-freezer felt terrible. He made a new cake, and then hung out with us and brought down the melted version, which people ate.