This Isn't My Idea Of Fun by Astra I can not believe I let Beverly talk me into this. She knows I don't like shoreleave. She knows I loathe shopping. What was she thinking when she invited me to this... place? What was *I* thinking when I accepted. *sigh* I didn't even know a place like this existed. Perhaps my subconscious was trying to protect me. The very idea - what would possess a group of sentient beings to turn their moon into a shopping center? Worse, what would possess a usually sane and rational woman to consider this place a vacation? The noise and smells of this place are appalling, and there are children everywhere. According to the brochure, there's even a circus and a full sized theatre here. Nothing that I'd want to see, of course. Just a revival of an old musical that I didn't like the first time. I wouldn't expect to find Shakespeare in a place like this, but surely there's better material that that old play. Still the boat ride last night was pleasant, and the hotel does have a very nice restaurant. Beverly wore that new dress she bought yesterday. And last night, well we certainly put the bed to good use. And the view from the penthouse is spectacular. Still, it's ridiculous for me, the captain of the Federation flagship to be sitting here surrounded by shopping bage like some delivery boy. With everything she's bought, it's no wonder she wanted me along. She needed someone to carry everything. Merde! What could possibly be so interesting in that shop? They don't even have a display window. She's been in there forever. Why does she even need to go to a place called the Pink Pussycat? She doesn't have any pets. Maybe I should... There she is, finally. She's giving me that look again, just like last night before we... Looks like the shopping's over for today. Hmmm I wonder what's in that bag? :::end:::