Finally! A guest blogger! Today's blog comes from my friend Brett, currently on the National Review cruise I blogged about last week.

Well this is Brett reporting from Bermuda as we speak! (Isn't technology great? I'm in the middle of the ocean and I'm writing an email!) The cruise is going wonderfully, but I thought I'd share a story or two and correct Josh. First of all, I'm not the only person under 60 on this cruise. There's an incredibly unattractive girl from the University of Colorado here as well!

As for Bill Buckley dressing in a Hawaiian shirt and khakis - you betcha! He wears these khaki shorts that come just past his knees, either a Hawaiian shirt or a sweater of some type and - I'm not kidding - a captain's hat. And yes, everyone from the magazine actually calls him 'the captain'.

I do have pictures, which will be forthcoming.

Also, not all the speakers are old. Radek Sikorski is in his late 30's, and Rich Lowry, the senior editor of the National Review, is only 33! But I swear he's such a gen-xer. I caught him out at the pool today wearing a "Pain is weakness leaving the body" t-shirt and jean shorts. The other thing is I've never seen him drink anything except Coke out of a can. And he was reading some nerdy-boy fantasy D&D-esque novel that even I, in all my nerdiness, didn't recognize. The 80 year olds on the cruise worship this guy as some kind of intellectual God, and I can't say I blame them.

One last note: Our butler (yes we have a butler) is named Binoy (pronounced Beh-noy). Nobody in my family is able to pronounce his name properly. What's funny about this is that any time any minor problem arises (for example I couldn't find toe nail clippers last night), my father will scream out, "Call Bunyan! He'll find them!" My mother then gets angry, explaining that "Binion" doesn't do things like that. My father replies that "Beano" will do anything that you want, it's his job.

Quote of the Trip, from Bill Buckley:
Receptionist: You look familiar. Aren't you famous or something?
Buckley: Yes, yes I'm afraid I am.
Receptionist: What for?
Buckley: (In perfect seriousness) Well I'm a Rock Star.
Receptionist: You are not!
Buckley: (Genuinely hurt look on his face) Well I could have been...(Then, in his traditional monotone, almost British, accent and with absolutely no melody at all (and very matter of factly)) Heyah we ahh now. Entertain us.

Cheers from Bermuda
~Brett