Fresh strawberries would be sensible . . . The Elmhurst, Ill., couple met dancing more than 30 years ago and haven't stopped since. They've danced an hour or two every night of the cruise, their fourth trip on Holland America ships, and they haven't gained an ounce. It's just romantic and nice. Upstairs in the ship's cafeteria, hordes of people are dancing impatiently from foot to foot, awaiting the signal to dish up and demolish 500-calorie slices of cake.
Nobody plans to eat just one.
I duck to the head of the line for photos. You can look and photograph, and even salivate, but not touch, until 11 p.m. When the masses cross the starting line, I watch in horror. Oh, the humanity. Most succumb to three or four desserts, some load their plates with as many as six or eight.