Sarah, always being sweet and talkative, completely forgot her neck and chest were covered with "love bites". One of the ladies, who couldn't take her eyes off of Sarah's horrifying bruises, asked if we had a nice time the night before. Sarah, being Sarah, snorted while laughing at the same time,
"Oh my gosh, we had such a great time!!! John* showed us all over the city and we had dinner. It was faaaabulous!!"
While Sarah was ranting and raving, I was trying to catch her eye by popping my own orbs out of my head but she was on a roll. She continued about what a terrific time we had and what a gentleman (yeah, right) John was. The ladies eventually stepped off the elevator to their floor. I was speechless and horrified. "What's wrong, Bri?" I told her. Sarah started crying. She was mortified. Yep, that was embarrassing.
The last night was our grand finale; la dolce vita. We managed to get all of our dear senior friends on the dance floor with us. No one remained in their chairs. No matter what their physical ailment was, the zest Sarah I contained for life was contagious. We shimmied, giggled, and laughed with these folks until they could literally stand no longer. We made their trip one to remember and I'm certain when they went to bed that night, for a few moments anyway, they shook their heads in wonderment. "How could two young girls manage to turn a 10-day senior citizen's tour so absolutely crazy, silly wild?"
*Names have been changed for privacy purposes.