My wife made me come

This morning started off with fifty shades of gray, in the sky and on Jim’s head, but I was not going to let that dampen my spirits.

What dampened my spirits was dining at the steakhouse last night, where I ordered a steak but got a slab of granite that took an hour to serve, accompanied by cold mashed potatoes and creamed spinach that tasted like the secret ingredient in the cream was Elmer’s glue. We’re going to stick to the buffets and risk breaking forty plates when we fall as we’re looking for the table where the hostess sat us, but at least we’ll be fed. We saw an African themed show with incredibly talented dancers donned in neon, and it didn’t matter much that we only recognize tunes from “The Lion King” because we were enthralled.

The grey disappeared from the skies and from Jim’s head as soon as he covered it with a baseball cap before lunch, which suited us just fine as we napped and read by the private pool, where our every need was seen to before we even knew what they were.

I talked to a woman in the pool, vacationing with her nine year old son and husband, who makes his living as a professional singer/songwriter in an alt rock band, an apparently world renowned one that I never heard of because I only know Barbra Streisand songs.

We had a scrumptious Mexican barbecue lunch poolside and I discovered I like grilled vegetables.. I like them charred and colorful and in abundance. We watched the sun come out and bid adieu to all the grayness, and Jim agreed to accompany me to  the afternoon trivia game, called “coffee games” here. It  was well attended.. by the two of us and a guy from the District of Columbia who was older than us who said one and only one thing the entire game, which was “my wife made me come” and we didn’t know whether he meant to Club Med in general or this trivia game or even if it was a sexual thing, because he never said another word and we never saw the wife.

So we were a team of two, us against staffers who play this game weekly. The emcee told us to raise our hand and shout out “Opa!” When we knew the answer, which was a strange word to yell out, considering they probably should stop making awful sequels to “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”

The category was music, which I obviously know nothing about, since I never heard of the guy I spoke with moments earlier that’s in the biggest alternative rock group in the country.

I say to Jim, “there’s just us.. can’t they just play some Broadway or Elton John?”

If we upped and left, there would have been nobody playing trivia except the staffers who play this weekly and the guy with the bossy  wife who made him come.

Evan would be mortified that we missed “Take on Me” by the group “Aha” because he often talks about the urban myth surrounding that song. We missed naming  something popular that everyone reading this would know, but we got “”Dancin’ Queen” which gave us the win by default.

This same staffer is slated to run movie trivia at the same time and place on Thursday. That should be more in our wheelhouse, especially if the movies are Oscar winners or classic comedies, or, if mister “my wife made me come” shows up, porn.