In 1982, I spent every afternoon playing video games — back when we had to stand at a giant console shoving quarter after quarter into a machine. Just like with the pool table, if you wanted to play, you put your two quarters down on the console and cheered on (or stared at) the current player until it was your turn. I was so obsessed with Pac-Man that my back-to-school miniskirt outfit included the coveted (by dorks like me) Pac-Man deely bobber. (Google it, but do know Sarah Jessica Parker had one too.)
The miniskirts are long gone, but that arcade-loving chick lives on. So, when I stepped onto Virgin Voyage’s first U.S. cruise ship, Scarlet Lady, thinking I’d have a
