Pumpkins, my head is spinning like I downed a litre of Babcia’s nalewka - 90 proof with a bit of blueberry for colour. The fumes alone will fry your fresh pink liver to molten Hawaiian lava.
I know you supplier types enjoy musical chairs, dahrlings, but simmer down already. The rest of us have work to do and keeping up with your merry-go-round job antics is very distracting. Every day is another episode of Real Housewives of Travel.
Let’s review who’s swinging from which chandelier today, starting with cruise:
Dana Gain left NCL to start a new life with ACV. Will a landlocked cruiser find happiness? Stay tuned.
Derek Lloyd did a 180, leaving Silversea to hook back up with NCL (which had an opening, if you follow). Derek got a party sized sales team as a signing bonus. It’s nice to have a team. Especially a big one. Dana also has a team. I would like a team. It’s like having an entourage someone else pays for.
Over at RCI, Mary Ogaki’s mantle has been taken up by the valiant Eric St. Pierre
And, finally, Jo Lynch and Viking have sailed up and down river, respectively and separately. Parted ways. They are no longer. Splitsville.
On the fingers of one hand, I count 3 openings: Silversea, Viking and an RCI BDM. Which will beget 3 more openings ....and round we go. God forbid we should poach outside the travel industry! I know, shut up, Ivanna, we tried that once.
Travel resumes must be burning up the internet.
Then there’s air.
Duncan Bureau glided to a comfortable cruising altitude over at Rouge, dropping his vice and embracing the simple yet classic non-hyphenated ‘president’.
John Macleod has stepped into Duncan’s spot at AC. I hear a collective ‘who?’. Just because this gentle man does not crave the flood lights the way Derek, Duncan and Dana do, dahrlings, never underestimate still waters. Take babcia’s hooch, for example.
Oh ya, and Denise Heffron left Transat. But that’s old now. (Not you, Denise. The news.)
As for who’s shagging who, unless I’m one of the shagees, I no longer care. New jobs are more exciting than new sex ever since I stopped getting either. But, if you must brag about a conquest, drop me a line. I’ll see if it’s worth printing. For those wishing to conquer, drop me a ding me at 1-800-GETSOME. I’m not dead yet, dahrlings.