Dance party

Wednesday Night – Egyptian Dance Party on the boat
So I am going to try to do this story justice, but it’s almost too much to believe. The boat we are on has planned an Egyptian night for all the passengers. Dinner is at eight and is followed by a dance party in the lounge upstairs. I had no intention of going to the party, but as Allie and I are looking at my pictures, Rob stops by the room and tells us that we should join the group up at the bar in the lounge. Allie and I head up there and for about 20 mins everything is pretty chill. At first we are the only people in the room and some awful techno/Egyptian music is playing. 10 minutes later a group of Asian tourists (all dressed in the cheap Egyptian costumes sold in the gift shop) starts taking pictures on the dance floor. Soon enough a woman is dancing all by her lonesome on the dance floor and Rob decides he is going to go join her. The room, which has filled up by now, gets into the music and about twenty people swarm the dance floor. That’s just the beginning. When “The Macarena” comes on, we all (about 8 of us) jump up and do the dance all by ourselves. The “DJ” lets us plug in our ipod and Darryl and Rob dance for everyone to “Billy Jean,” Backstreet Boys comes on and we all belt out the words. Now this whole time, we are the youngest people in the lounge by about 20 years. We are also the only Americans in the room and our tour guide is hanging out in the back of the lounge watching us the whole time—there is a 6:30 am wake-up call and we are leaving the boat by 7:30. Then the boat happens to be going through the locks (it’s 11:00pm by now) so we all go up to the top deck to watch the water levels change—pretty cool. And here the night ends for me. I’ve still got about 30 pages of Herodotus left to read.