TRAVEL THERE: THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT?
We arrived at the Seadust’s theater in time to score some pretty good seats and the show started promptly at the given time. Things were looking up.
Many of the live shows we attend when we’re traveling include audience participation. It was probably most enjoyable when we were on our Nile cruise a few years before I started blogging. There was a hysterical game with potatoes and I won a belly dancing contest on Gallabeya Night. Bill is always the guy they choose out of the audience when belly dancers are involved and he frequently ends up on stage for other performances, too, like one of the shows on the Danube cruise. Thankfully, the participants for this particular show had to volunteer. Bill never volunteers.
Toto, we weren’t in Kansas anymore. The MC did a silly skit where he and an assistant taught four guys a series of four schticks and then the MC called out the names of the schticks in quick succession, trying to catch the contestants performing the wrong schtick. I was little surprised at the skit, because one of the schticks emulated a series of effeminate gestures. I’ve seen things like that before, but in politically-correct America, it’s been a very long time ago.
The audience enjoyed the antics and would laugh particularly hard when the four burly guys would wave limp-wrist-ed at the audience and turn around with simpering steps to waggle their behind at us. Apparently, politically incorrect is funny in Mexico.
Let’s Start the Show
After the Audience Participation skit was over, a series of Broadway songs were performed. The only song I actually remember was from Beauty and the Beast. I remember it, because the costumes were beyond shopworn. The yellow ballgown was thinner than cheap toilet paper and the Beast looked like he’d been roused out of bed for the scene.
Our favorite part of the show was a dance performed by a guy in, what I can only describe as a multi-limb-ed fabric-enclosed Slinky. The Slinky costume was brightly colored and the dance very entertaining.
Then, yet another opportunity for audience participation came along and yes, another gay-bashing schtick was involved. At that point we had seen enough. I sort of hate most political correctness, but obviously I don’t like gay-bashing.
Time to Call It a Night
Though it had been much more relaxing than the previous 24-hours, I’d had a pretty full schedule. We’d be leaving the following day, but I’d have plenty of time to do my packing before our transportation showed up. I’d stopped by the Best Day desk in the lobby right after breakfast and had made the arrangements. We wouldn’t be leaving until almost one.
I did take the time to be sure our towels and swimsuits were hung up to dry, but soon I had on my jammies and was reading more of my novel about Mexico. It was really beginning to get good. However, I didn’t get very far, because I was soon drifting off to sleep.
Packing It All In
I woke up early and went to the large bathroom and dressing area to pack up our things. It actually took longer than I expected, because Bill was up before I was through. We went downstairs for breakfast at the buffet and I had one more errand I wanted to take care of. I’d been shopping for a gift for my bestie throughout the trip and to my amazement, the best combination of selection, quality of merchandise and pricing was actually in the gift shop of the Seadust’s lobby. I selected the item I thought she’d like and use most. Then we returned upstairs to finish packing.
I felt like I was playing some sort of game, as usual. Our big suitcase can hold an amazing amount of stuff, but if I filled it up, we’d need a crane to move it and we couldn’t afford the surcharge the airline would levy for overweight items. On this trip, American allowed us each a carry-on. So, I juggled our stuff, hoping to balance just the right amount of clothing and shoes with the toiletries to put the big bag under 50 pounds. Then I had to make everything else fit into carry-ons. I couldn’t use exactly the same formula as I had on the way to Cancun, because all of our swimming gear was still damp and couldn’t be packed in the big bag. Eventually I was ready to go.
We’re almost through, except for the thoughts I’d been mulling over since the visit to Chichen Itza. if you come back next week, I’ll try to make my meditations coherent.