Keep guard while I type this on the Cappy's Journal, won't you. Can't have him coming in while I type away what happened today, can I? Aren't I a bad girl? Giggle.
Yeah! When the Enterprise is back at Earth, there's nothing like some serious shopping with the girls to enjoy yourself.
Bev, Guinan & I have ganged up together, and we're going to take a look at the Starfleet Shopping Mall.
Look out world!
Bev loves looking at the antique Manalo Blahnik & Jimmy Choo styles; she keeps falling off those high heels, though, and has to settle for those bo-ring flatties that Starfleet seem to like so much.
"I was an advisor to Manalo" boasts Guinan. She always keeps saying she met all these people in the past, as she is over 600 years old. What a name-dropper!
First port of call is 'T'Pol's Secret', the Vulcan underwear designers. We all have a great laugh picking cetain designs. Guinan has a real dirty laugh, and the customers start talking about us. The salesmen look disgusted.
Eventually, we go out with our bags, and head off to the next shop.
I see 'Kahless's Coats' have opened a branch here. There are the Klingon outfitters for men. Worf isn't too keen on them as he says they have no honour in using a great name from his race in trading.
I buy two coats, one for Will and one for Worf; I'll have to swap the labels for another outfitter in the coat for Worf, otherwise he won't wear it.
By the way, don't tell Will, I see Worf as well, will you? It's our little secret. Hush, hush!
I have to tell the girls this; they both giggle.
Bev heads into 'Ferengi Fishnets'. I think she's been keen on wearing those fishnets ever since that 'Dixon Hill' program. She blushes when coming out.
Another little girly secret! No telling, now!
After lunch, we head to 'Federation HairPort' to have our hair done. It's a chance to read the latest gossip in the magazines and hear from the hairdressers about all the scandal going on around Starfleet Headquartes. I'd write it down here, but it's so wicked! Giggle!!
A couple of hours later, Guinan's hair is all a very weird pattern. She says that Nicky Clarke in London in the 20th Century did a much better job.
Name dropping again! I think Bev and I will go on our own next time. Don't tell her, will you?
Bev's hair is deep red and curly, while mine is long and black curls.
We're just about to head to the Ferengi Bar to sink a few Bajoran Brandies when we hear a familiar sound.
It's the com signal; the Enterprise calling. Yuk!
Cappy wants us back; he knows how to spoil a good day out for the girls!
That's it. I've just managed to type it in before the Cappy returns. I can here the thump thump of his approaching stride. I'll put my serious face on and pretend I wanted to see him about something.
Aren't I sneaky?