As part of our Christmas Adventure at the First Resort, we were obligated to buy the Christmas Eve dinner. The cost was not as prohibitive as it seems, based upon the exchange rate. (Contrary to my last post, the exchange rate is $3.35MR = $1.00US) The staff spent the day setting up a stage and tables along the shoreline along with serving areas and a stereo. We were looking forward to an evening of food, drink, and a break from the disco Christmas CD that had been playing ad nauseum for the past 5 days.
We got down there fashionably late, and staked out a place in our favorite waiter, Regie's, section. People were dressed to the nines. We looked, comparatively speaking, like inbred hillbillies. Lucky for us Ol' Regie didn't mind. He was missing his family and had decided we were it for the week...He kept us well fed and made sure we didn't get thirsty. The food was unbelievable, we had a visit from Santa, who I daresay flew in on his 3 Sheets with the Wind - I guess the sleigh was out of commission - and the stage sported a lovely young woman who could really belt out a song. It was the first decent music we had heard all week...
Details of the night are a bit sketchy, but suffice it to say we had more food that anyone should be able to justify eating, perhaps a bit more drink as well, and the night ended with all of us (even the sober ones...) in Santa hats, onstage, singing 'I Will Survive." If this is one of your favorite songs, be glad you were not in the audience...We Taylors cannot carry a tune in a bucket. Alcohol does not help. We had a great time, though. We missed Jenn and went to bed wishing she had been there with us. Would have been the perfect chapter ending to what was shaping up to be a pretty unorthodox Christmas....
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