Back in the cabin, we realized the location was pretty much dead on for our interests. The aft elevators/stairs took us two decks up to the Siren’s Pool area and all the way down the Pacific DR for dinner. We rarely hit the rack before 3:00 AM and since the midrats (pizza, burgers, hot dogs and ice cream) on Victory are very good and all the 24 hour services are at Siren’s, our location was convenience itself to us. Finally, two short flights below are the Casino (where my wife lived for the week) and the Adriatic Lounge where a former bandmate and I lived with our newest favorite crew member, Marcie the K (who was way too young and attractive to even know about her atavistic ancestor Murray). Our most frequent other activity was getting away from the speakers whenever announcements started. Sales announcements, which occurred roughly every third minute, were easy to ignore once you got used to them. Somewhat harder to tune out was CD Malcom because (1) he might have something important to say, (2) he was kind of funny in a Bob Hope/USO show kind of way and (3) he ended every announcement with a blood curdling WOO-HOO sound that had the ASPCA in both New York and Canada swearing out warrants to search for crudely neutered cats.