I'll start. Let's agree to depart from Florida and I want a top floor room with a balcony midship. I will bring all my cute dresses and there will be a tall handsome man who dances like Fred Astaire to fox trot and squire me around the dance floor after dinner. Of course I am going to wear my high heels, never stumble and they won't even hurt my feet. I am going to eat all my favorite things, sleep late in the morning and hang out with Louise at the pool in the afternoon. We are going to laugh hysterically and amuse everyone.