On the first full day of our stay I realized that I didn't have enought T-Shits to last a week and thought it would be nice to win some. Thus, I entered into a bee-bee gun shooting competition. There were a number of good shooters that got pretty high scores. We were each given 6 shots into a target with the maximum points totaling 60. I was on target and shot an impressive 48. Everyone was thrilled and the guide said he has not had anyone get all shots in the black including a bulls eye. My ego was enthralled and I was declared a victor. People left the location talking amongst themselves about the great young shooter they had just had the privilege of standing next to (see what I said about the ego :)) Anyway, winners of each competition (archery, shooting, bachi ball, etc.) were invited on stage at 9:30, awarded with cheers, prizes and a song. I was excited about the upcoming recognition. I made my family get there in time, sat in the 2nd row and eagerly awaited my moment...
The winners were brought up one by one and congratulated. Oddly enough, I was not a part of that group. They had fogotten me! I was.....a bit upset. I asked one of the "Fun Directors" (the one that supervised the shooting) why I hadn't been called...he apologized and gave me a T-Shirt. Disapointed I sat down, received multiple pats on the shoulder from the ones who knew and got ready to watch the entertainment for the evening. What I didn't realize was how strong my desire was to get onstage, because I was about to get the full taste of it...
2 guys from the entertainment team got onstage and announced the beginning of the show. They said they needed 10 man from the audience for it. I had no intention of participating remembering my previous experiences of utter embarrassment. However, the "Fun Director" pulled me and my friend up on stage (how opportune it was that we sat in thd 2ND ROW????)...
Anyway, 10 men were onstage and awaiting instructions. After a few hints we understood that our task was to do the Limbo. There were 2 thoughts going throuh my mind at that time. One was "OUCH" and the second was that I will probably loose to older fatter man and it will suck! The first comment was due in large part to my degenerated disk in the lower back. The second...you know....To fast forward I will share that I made the 1st and 2nd cut and almost made the last. My back was bent enough to get through but my feet froze and wouldn't move forward enough to carry me. I fell. However, I was ushered into the 2nd round (4 men total) to compete in something even more fun. Thankfully my friend was right there with me.
For the second round they asked each of us who our favorite female artist was. Of course I answered my wife reveling in the chance to have her join my party and be put on the spot herself by having to sing. (she has a very good voice but with microphones one never knows.)
Fortunately for her and unfortunately for me they made each man do pushups with his wife laying on his back. Needless to say I was working my triceps out in the gym mere hours before this fun event...I barely did 8. But the fun wasn't over.
They made everyone go backstage and perform as either Elvis, Michael Jackson, Celine Dion or Whitney Houston. Fortunately I was Michael Jackson. They dressed me appropriately and handed me the mic. There I was alone on stage dancing to the beat. I should mention that before we went on vacation I was telling myself to review the basic dance moves of Michael Jackson, Elvis and Disco to be ready in case I had to dance....I DIDN'T. Thus, I was stuck doing the only 3 moves I remembered...
The story does end well as I was voted the victor by the audience and received a T-Shirt, Hat and a bottle of Rum. My back was sore but intact, I had 2 T-Shits, and for the rest of the trip everyone I met called me Michel.
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