Do you want to do some crazy signs, he shouts. Tomorrow new bodies off fresh charters will inhabit our deck chairs. The GOs with whom we'd walked along the beach at night, about whom we'll have fond memories for the rest of our lives, will be chatting up the new arrivals. And we'll be breathing coach class air on our way back to Mexico City and Montreal and Brooklyn. But tonight, none of that matters.
Tonight is still during the vacation, and the people is still crazy.