Spring Break - Day Six

Phone Calls, Disco Dancing, Karaoke Clubbing, Bacardi Dancing and Cards
   Although I have a day of no social contact, I have to get a hold of Dallas, Austin and my Wing Woman somehow. Just like the middle school pre-texting days of yore, I actually have to call people’s rooms in order to make plans. This is an embarrassing process I forgot about until I am forced to do so. The phone call in and of itself is such an awkward form of communication. First of all, because in no way the phone call can be casual. The phone call conveys definite interest. Secondly, because many of these people share rooms with their parents or siblings you have to deal the uncomfortable, unexpected people and explanations. Finally, if no one answers the dilemma of leaving a message is raised.
   Luckily when I call I am able to talk directly to Dallas so most of the embarrassment is avoided. We plan to meet up after a day in Mexico. A day in Mexico means that everyone comes back completely schwasted. However, Austin and Dallas are as reliable as they are sober. We end up meeting my WW randomly and we go to see a weird Cirque du Soleil Revue type of thing. I laugh through an interpretive dance to the song “Blue”. Then we go to disco night. Yes, a cruise is a weird world in which all things that are cheesy and dorky are magically acceptable. Needless to say WW, Austin, Dallas and I jam out to “Love Train”, “The YMCA” and “The Hustle”. Next, of course we go to the karaoke bar, On Air, for a bit. This night I actually sing for once. I do horribly but I wiggle a lot and I impress Canada’s dad so much he drunkenly raves to me.  As I jam out to other people's songs and basically make a fool of myself,  act so crazy that WW's two a.m. and later friend is so alarmed at my behavior, she asks if I am okay and she inquires as to what I drank in Mexico.
   Yet I am able to redeem myself and purge all of my embarrassing behavior by going to a Bacardi party after Disco night and karaoke. This party is complete with Go-Go dancers and glow-in-the-dark, electric -looking shots. However, my WW becomes preoccupied with a marine and Dallas is a little less enamored with the party scene after his long day in Mexico. So Dallas, Austin and I lose all cool points that we gained by ditching early to play cards. However, pretty much every drunken person I have ever met on the entire trip decides to randomly say hello and pass by our card playing promenade spot. Needless to say Austin and Dallas are incredibly impressed that I know every single lush. Well, when it is the curfew for the drunkards I know it is time to get to bed so we quickly skedaddle to bed.