Not only am I a total insomniac, but my room-mate snored. So I often was up wandering the deck in the wee hours. There were not the midnight buffets of my fantasies, but there was still a bit of adventure.
While the nightclubs were still open, there was a sushi bar (for pay). It closed as the dance clubs closed down.
The only 24-hour food for late-night was room service or pizza.
The room service was pretty good. There was a variety of sandwiches, a few salads and desserts, including cheesecake. This sandwich is a really weird color because I ate it in the hallway so as not to wake anyone up.
This group was celebrating a “divorce party” after a quickie Vegas wedding.
Although the divorcing couple seemed pretty friendly. That’s one amicable divorce.
While up at a ridiculous hour I met my only fellow insomniac, Shelly. She started cruising about 3 years ago and just never stopped. She has been all over the world and every employee knew her by name. There are worse ways to spend your time.