We departed St. John to the mournful strains of an Irish Whoopie Cushion and the overnight passage meant Arcade for the kids, Bingo and Casino for the wife and karaoke with Marci for the rest of us.
Once the Adriatic Lounge crowd figured out that Simon and Paula weren’t there and weren't coming, things loosened up nicely and a lot of fun was had by all (or at least some). About the only downside (which is true pretty much all over the ship) is that the drink waiters are more persistent than gnats at a barbecue. Plus I think there are more of them.