The midnight buffet raid in bathrobes
It was 1am. My college roommate and I were sharing an interior cabin on a budget cruise. We woke up simultaneously, both starving, having skipped dinner for the comedy show and then drinks. We looked at each other, looked at our bathrobes, and decided the Windjammer buffet was still open. We walked through the ship in bathrobes and slippers like we owned the place. The buffet at 1am on a cruise ship is a surreal experience — half-empty, strangely peaceful, one other couple also in bathrobes who nodded at us in solidarity. We ate pizza and fruit and ice cream and talked about life until 3am. It was the most relaxed meal I have ever had. Nobody cared. Nobody judged. Just two grown adults in bathrobes eating pizza over the Atlantic. Cruising at its finest.