The Crossing, Day Four

QM2 FriendsDid I mention we were joined on our voyage by some friends?  I highly recommend rounding out a table for four with good company.  It makes the people watching much more fun and it doubles or triples the probability of real entertainment—like being asked to leave because you’re having too much fun, but, I digress.

Three of the six evenings on board are formal and each formal night has a theme, the final one of our voyage was dubbed the Ascot Ball.

Hats were an option.

If you didn’t bring one, happily there was a hat making class (oh, boy!) the afternoon before the ball.Two hats contest prize winners

I chose to languish in the spa instead.  Monkey spaAlas, when the hat contest rolled around that night, no one in or party had a “proper topper”, as it were.  But, never fear, husband-engineer had it figured out.

On a side table in the ballroom stood a tall glass vase of white lilies begging to be donned. and paraded (ask me if there might have been a Martini involved…)White lily

If it hasn’t occurred to you yet, the British can be a serious people.  Decorum, particularly on the QM2, looms like a grand umbrella.

The hat parade was in full swing.  The crowd was largely focused on the high drama of hat picking, and the engineer-husband removes the vase from its stand and hoists it above his head.

Our coy little party erupts into laughter and suddenly the attention of a senior ships officer is beaded our direction.  His eyes narrow, his steps quickly to the scene of the frivolity and delivers a glare that translates somewhere in between “leave now” and “you will go ashore on the next iceberg.”captain hooks ship

The vase is replaced to the table and we retreat. I feel like Cornwall, ready to rebel.  And what would Cornwall have done?

Another Martini, corporal.Traditional Martini