Now it's time for the dance contest. Two contestants from each color group are recruited on stage. Each of the four makeshift couples strut their stuff and toss in a few sexy moves. My green teammates decide to strip the tablecloths and napkins off the table and wave them as flags in support. Despite our furious cheering, our couple lose.
Nobody seems to care, and they quickly turn their attention back to the tequila.
After much kicking under the table, I persuade him to get up, and he reluctantly does. Once out there, though, he seems to be having a good time, even allowing his nerdy mom to join him. Finally, around 6 p.m., the festivities wrap up. We're chaperoned back to the train for our ride home. I figure everyone will just zonk out.