Glow-tacular

I lost the bottoms of my brand new two piece bathing suit.

Not in the ocean, you goofs. 

 (Had that been the case I'd still be there.)

I couldn't find it in  my bathing suit drawer in my haste to pack, so I figured it got mixed up with nightgowns or something, but no. 

 I only had the peach-colored flouncy top. 

..And I could not for the life of me remember what bottoms went with it, what I  had  exactly lost.

So I'm making Jim comb through 1000 pictures taken last summer at the family Woodloch trip, to see if any of those photos would tell me what the missing bottoms looked like, and we came up with nothing but pics of me blocking my bottom half with oversized beach bags, like when they  hide a pregnancy of a sitcom actress.

We spent..like a half hour doing this, when Jim remembered that he still had the original Amazon order on his phone, and we discovered that the bottoms were peach colored with blue flowers, so its a blessing, in a way, that they'll never be seen or worn again.

Last night's theme was "Black and Glow" and we both understood the black part, (as 'though someone my size doesn't wear black all the time anyway) but we couldn't imagine what the "glow" part meant, as far as suggested attire goes.

"Wrestling shorts, like in that Alison Brie show, "Glow", that we never watched even 'though everyone says we should?" I pondered.

Jim thought our semi-sunburns qualified as "glow" so it's off to dinner we went, only to discover that "glow" was for the glow sticks that were handed out later  at the outdoor disco bar that was either a lot of fun or a lot of annoyance, depending who you ask.

Jim suggested eating outside since there was a gentle breeze and it was the best thing he ever suggested, besides asking me to marry him and furnishing our home bathrooms with bidets.

The stars were out, both  celestial and the  staff  members who were  showcasing their specialties.   We were afraid we'd miss the staff intro show because of our dinner time conflict, but we saw everything from the second floor..all the glitz and glamour, all the various team members being introduced, accompanied by  the national anthems of their countries of origin, and it was beyond entertaining..it was spectacular!

I've always loved Club Med for this very reason--exposure to an international clientele that you'd never get at a Sheraton in the Bahamas.  I love to talk to people from abroad, to find out about their  cultures  and pop cultures and how their leaders handled the pandemic. I love hearing exotic names that I'll never be able to pronounce but are nonetheless pleasing to the ear.

So there we sat, under the half moon and the twinkling star, overlooking the gorgeous lit up pool. 

 (Which I was less impressed with during the day on account of that charley horse, but it also has a weird shape.  It is very long and narrow..at first, I thought it was some kind of decorative fountain or pond for a family of swans, that eventually flows into an oval shaped pool where toned Gentile Organizers(GO's) catch lazy Gentile Members(GMS like yours truly) cheating at water aerobics.) 

 The pool has a very odd shape, like the letter "P" ,but if pools could talk ,they'd say that I have no business criticizing anyone else's shape and they'd be right.

I was kind of done with the masking up to get access to the buffet, which is very safe because nobody serves themselves, the gloved and vaccinated staff serve you, so Jim waited on me, and he's a wonderful server as well as a hilarious companion.

My appetite improved as I had a small plate of the insanely good beef borgunion.

(hey Spell Check, are you awake??  You and I KNOW that can't be right!)  and..

(I just checked on my phone--it's bourguigon) but no matter how you spell it, it's delicious.)

After dinner, we stopped by reception to make outdoor, maskless, dinner reservations for tonight at a seafood place, which is not necessarily my thing, but I do love lobster, which I haven't had since we stopped going to Maine in 2005. And my skin tone will probably look just like one by the time we're seated.

We found great seats for the show and bonded immediately with a woman from Montreal who was with her twelve year old daughter, and we collectively guilted a very rude smoker into taking his disgusting selfish habit elsewhere, away from our semi-healthy lungs.

The Mom apologized for her impossible to pronounce French name and told us to call her Mary, and call her daughter with an equally difficult french name , the anglasized Augustine, which in itself is hard to pronounce after 8:00 PM.

They are Club Med veterans like us, and Mary said that her husband and the three kids who weren't on this trip have been searching for an ideal resort for families, something within a day's driving distance from Quebec, and..you're welcome, Woodloch.

You'll know who to thank when you get that sudden influx of French Canadians. 

 Just give me a table overlooking the lake on my next trip, that's all I ask in return.

The show was a great acrobatic spectacle, with scantily clad aerialists hanging from what looked like a chain of paper clips dangling from the sky, or  from a cube that looked surreal.  The theme was "Back to the Future" and I don't think my past, present, or future ever included me suspended in mid-air by a few sheets of fabric, but you never know.

 I'm still in my sixties.

The "Glow" part of the dance frenzy that followed the show was terrific.  Jim danced to all his disco/Club Med favorites while I aimlessly waved my glow stick. 

And I don't know what the Chief de Village(the General Manager) was thinking, but he got all these revelers to form a conga line after kicking up their heels to "Cotton-Eyed-Joe."

Jim did not participate and questioned whether the conga line's participants  were social distancing.

They were not.  

None of them wore masks or had six foot arms.

Today we'll look for naked Europeans on the beach, play some trivia, and then check out the adults-only Zen pool with a swim up bar.

It's beginning to look a lot like vacation, everywhere we go