Near disaster averted...

Woke up Saturday morning at the Marriott to the TV mysteriously turning itself on. Hmmm... a couple of hours later the phone rang. I was expecting a call from the Sistahs with the game plan of the day, instead it was the front desk manager calling to tell me that my "lost passport had been recovered". What? Whose lost passport? Mine? I was sure there had been some mistake, but thanked her nonetheless and said I would pick up said recovered passport when I checked out.

I got up and walked over to my purse on the other bed. I unzipped it and looked inside and ACK! no passport!! Holy crapola! How in the heck?
I called the Sistahs to see if they had any information as I was utterly clueless. Obviously I had not been "kirful" enough the night before (or was it the opposite?). After some discussion it was decided that I must have dropped the passport in the elevator while I was rumaging around for my room key and that it had been turned in. Yeah, that must have been it.

When I asked for my passport at checkout the front desk manager appeared with it and said we were so happy to have recovered this for you! I asked where it was found and was told that a taxi driver had dropped it off at the hotel at about 7:30 am. I had left it in his cab the night before!!

Double ACK!!!

Thank God for his honesty (and for me being blissfully unaware as I would have been hysterical!) Can you imagine me arrivng at the ship with cruise passage voucher but discovering I had no passport?? It was Saturday, no embassy open, what would I have done??? My guardian angel was truly looking after me!

Last night I dined with Olivia, her Joanna, Cindy and David. Fun, fun dinner, but the staff now know I am not to be given Marzipan and alcohol at the same time. (Those of you who have seen my skill using it as modeling clay will understand what I am talking about...)

Speaking of alcohol, my daily program says it is time for "high noon cocktails". Alrighty then...