Today is a great day! I've got the tickets for my vacation.
At last I'll be able to get away from an android who likes dressing up as Sherlock Holmes, a 600 year old bartender, a First Officer who like trying out my Chair whenever I'm not around, a Counselor who keeps trying to analyse me and a teenager who saves the ship every day.
On Saturday 18th, I'll beam down to the Earth country known as Portugal and spend 10 days there, in a small boat on the River Duomo. The Enterprise will be in dock for that time, so the Journal will be unattended until the first weekend of July.
It wasn't easy getting those tickets. I poured over all the brochures from the Intergalactic Travel Agents. At first, Rigel IV was the obvious choice, as it was a pleasure resort where a could relax and enjoy myself; until LaForge casually mentioned he was going there.
In the end, I settled for my home planet, where everything looked more familiar.
"It doesn't have a holodeck." the Agent sniffed.
"I don't want one." I insisted, "Just a place to relax."
"There are no shuttlecrafts for touring." he added.
"I don't want one!"
"There are no replicators"
"I want REAL food."
"There are no sonic showers"
"I just want water!"
"You seem easily pleased." said the Agent, "Don't you want to go anywhere beyond Eart, where you might see a few more interesting sights?"
"I'm a Starship Captain!"
"Oh, really?". He looked pityingly at me as if I was applying for a cheap and cheerful trip to the Jupiter Station, "Do you want two tickets?"
"No, it's just me"
Then I thought for a moment. Beverly. I wonder what she will be doing? She might be able to come.
"Make it two, in separate rooms"
I understand perfectly, sir." he said, with a sly wink.
This might turn out to be a very eventful vacation. I wonder if she'll go?