While I can understand David Foster Wallace's reaction to a Caribbean cruise (and did in fact see much of the excess he described in his essay), it's easy to step away from that. The horrifying spectacle of the Lido deck is easily ignored on the Promenade deck, where in a comfortable wooden chair, and with the company of a good book, a journal, a pen, and a decent drink (a cigarette or cigar is optional) one can easily imagine they're enjoying recreational time travel back to the 1950's.
Then there's this:
What's not to like?
