A few weeks ago, for our 10th anniversary trip, my wife and I finally saved up enough to go to a resort in the Bahamas. This was a long time coming, but we didn't really have any plans to do anything, we were just going to wing it. No kids. No work. No worries. No plans. Just make it up when we got there. Our only plan was that we knew for sure was that we were going to have at least two nights reserved for partying. We were going to get so drunk that we won't know our own names. Maybe more!
Lucky for us (maybe) we were heading out during the end of the summer. This was also when we noticed that this was also one of the 'rush' seasons because everyone wanted to get in one last big bash before settling down to "normal" for the winter. Hopefully the crowds would help provide a good distraction from the ordinary.
Our flight landed around 10:00PM local time, but our bodies were still around 3 hours behind them thanks to jet lag. We each had a few drinks on the plane ride, and we were starting to get buzzed already. Thinking that this could be the first of the party nights we decided to take advantage of the situation. Buzzed, a couple hours behind the curve, and a Friday night -- this was starting off well. Dropping our stuff off at the hotel, we had showered and changed, then we went out front and asked the cabbie to take us to the best night club in the area. He laughed, babbled something at us, and off we went.
We could hear the club from down the block. Wading our way up to the bar, we started off with a few shots each, then chased it with a Long Island Iced Tea. Not really sure where to do next, we looked around the crowd and saw another couple at a table in the back, and they looked quite bored. They were just sipping their drinks and watching the crowd. That would usually be us if we were on a normal night out -- but this was anything but normal. We asked if they minded if we joined them, and they didn't, so we sat. They actually seemed kind of happy to get attention. It turns out that they were also on their anniversary trip, but on their 5th and were on their last night in town. To celebrate, we ordered a couple rounds for all of us -- we didn't have nearly alcohol in our systems yet. And if nothing else, we could help spice up their night out clubbing also.
The drinks helped the conversations move along, and we found out their names and where they lived, but after that night, I honestly can't remember little details like that. At some point, the ladies said that they wanted to go dance, but the funny thing is that neither of us guys were any good at it. So the girls went up by themselves and had a good time of it; we just sat back watching and had a couple of drinks. The other guy said that they had made an agreement during their trip, and that it was working out great for them, just like it had the last couple times they had gone on vacation. He said that for the duration of the trip, they should let loose, have fun, be different, and try to pretend that they were 10 years younger again; and once they got home, they would just forget everything that had happened -- no issues, no arguments, no repeats. This was the time to let loose and be carefree. There was an expectation that they were out to have fun -- otherwise what was the point in coming out this far? They could have just gone to a motel down the road from them at home. Looking over, I saw the girls had stopped dancing with each other and each were dancing with some other guys. At first I got pissed off, ready to run out there and start a fight, but realized what our new friend said -- it's vacation, let it go and just have fun. This was turning out to be good advise. Downing another shot, I felt the anger go away, and I just enjoyed the view. They were just enjoying themselves, so I would too.