Back to school
Kirstin and I are among the youngest cruisers; our "friends" here in Bonaire are all retired and in their 60s and 70s. When we were invited to Happy Hour (which is oddly neither), we steeled ourselves beforehand to be knowledgable about issues effecting senior citizens. "Remember, they probably hate Obama and like guns and healthcare". As we tend to get immature when we drink- and trend towards silly..........we put on our oldest gameface and proceeded to the appointed rendezvous point.
"Jane thinks she has great boobs". What? I haven't even ordered a cocktail yet, but my senses are telling me a 65 year old woman just trashed a 68 year old behind her back. "We avoid eating with the McArthurs; they just don't know how to act in public. Everyone hates the McArthurs". You get the picture.........happy hour is chock full of what the kids call "frenemies" all attacking each other behind their backs..........it's New Providence High School 31 years later.
The best part is when you're 16, let's face it- you just haven't had enough time to get in trouble yet. By the time you reach 70, trust me- you're hands are dirty.
After a couple of iterations of Happy Hour, Kirstin and I came to the last iteration locked and loaded. Our natural advantage over most seniors is our familiarity with this magical thing called "the internet".
Tom and Kirstin- "Hey, you know Helen Brown on that boat called Pelican ?"
Helen's biggest frenemy- "Yes, we hate her".
Tom and Kirstin- "Don't want to talk out of school, but you might want to google Helen Brown and Mugshots.com simultaneously."
Whole table of geriatrics- (collective gasp)..........reaching for cellphones to ask grand-kids how to use Google.
Tom and Kirstin- "Something about disorderly conduct back in the 80s".
Anyway, some things never change. The thing geriatric cruisers and high school kids have in common is too much time on their hands.........and too much drink money in their pockets.
"Jane thinks she has great boobs". What? I haven't even ordered a cocktail yet, but my senses are telling me a 65 year old woman just trashed a 68 year old behind her back. "We avoid eating with the McArthurs; they just don't know how to act in public. Everyone hates the McArthurs". You get the picture.........happy hour is chock full of what the kids call "frenemies" all attacking each other behind their backs..........it's New Providence High School 31 years later.
The best part is when you're 16, let's face it- you just haven't had enough time to get in trouble yet. By the time you reach 70, trust me- you're hands are dirty.
After a couple of iterations of Happy Hour, Kirstin and I came to the last iteration locked and loaded. Our natural advantage over most seniors is our familiarity with this magical thing called "the internet".
Tom and Kirstin- "Hey, you know Helen Brown on that boat called Pelican ?"
Helen's biggest frenemy- "Yes, we hate her".
Tom and Kirstin- "Don't want to talk out of school, but you might want to google Helen Brown and Mugshots.com simultaneously."
Whole table of geriatrics- (collective gasp)..........reaching for cellphones to ask grand-kids how to use Google.
Tom and Kirstin- "Something about disorderly conduct back in the 80s".
Anyway, some things never change. The thing geriatric cruisers and high school kids have in common is too much time on their hands.........and too much drink money in their pockets.