This is from the last time Liz came on the ship, for spring break. We’d been out of touch for months at this point, and didn’t know what to expect. (Clearly, it turned out well.)

This time the countdown is different because, thanks to ship-gossip, the ennntire ship knows she’s coming on, and that we were together; so people I don’t even know that well are telling me, “Liz is coming on in Vancouver, right? You must be happy!”