There were five theaters with a rotation of five “shows”. That last word is in quotes, as it is questionable if these were actual entertainment. I’ve seen high school productions that were better. Way better.
One was history lesson of the Mayans. They just looked like Orcs with feathers.
The next night was a “tribute” to Broadway shows. Morty and George left us to watch it before it even started.
Touche. Well played, sirs.
That show started off with selections for Grease. Or as they called it, Vaselineo. Or something like that. I kid you not. I’ve looked at on-line translation sites and none of them come close to this word. I think the cast was fucking with us.
It went as good as can be expected – which means horrible, of course. But that was still better than expected.
When they went into The Lion King, we were out of there.
The third night, well, we had all had a bunch to drink all day. But that night was karaoke. Yes, vacationers can get up and “sing”.
Now karaoke makes Morty very very nervous. I don’t think it has a thing to do with the fact that 18 years ago we did it in a Japanese restaurant (for the record, we sang Hamilton, Joe Frank & Reynolds’ classic – “Don’t Pull Your Love”). Anyway, it makes him uneasy.
…and it turns out, with good reason. When we walked in to some cat being put through a meat grinder, it turns out it was a woman just singing. If there had not been lyrics on the screen, I would have no idea what she was cater walling about. It seems it was the title of this post. I even turned to Mort and said, “it looks like I have the title of my next post!”. Ask him, he’ll verify this.
HORRID. She carried no tune and you could not make out a word she “sang”. (There are a lot of quotes today, aren’t there? They are deserved.) There was one decent singer, but she fell to the wayside with the guy behind her who “sang” “Harper Valley PTA” and the guy who followed him with Foreigner’s um…..um…..I forget. We all left. It was too painful.
The last two days were grey and even drizzly now and again. I am not complaining. We still sat poolside or on the beach hoping for some (or any) UV rays. We people watched. We had great discussions and laughed a lot. Oh – we also had like 6-8 daiquiris or some mixed drink. Sitting in sometime drizzle or wind was nothing.
The way we saw it, it was 80+ degrees there, and single digits at home (4 degrees when we landed). We were happy to be away.
The above image shows the only patch of blue that happened all day. This is not an exaggeration, nor is there more blue beyond what the picture shows. This was it. George got all excited about it and I got out the iPhone to document the historic event.
Also during this trip, I found the land of sleep. You know I don’t normally sleep, so this was all new to me. But I came to one big realization. At first it I thought it was because of no cats sleeping on me. Then I thought it was the sea air. Or a new time zone. But it was none of those.
It was because I didn’t have a job. Since I’m in between employment, I didn’t have to worry about what was waiting for me back at work or on my blackberry. Let’s face it – for many of us, being on vacation, we’re never really always there. This time I was. It was heaven! 7-8 hours at a time, which did not include naps at the beach or back in the room.
How do I do this in the future?
So now, just a few beach pictures to help you on this cold cold day. But as for vacation posts, I think this is the end.
Song by: Roberta Flack