‘Day 5, as the final full day of our vacation came to a close, Tom and I decided to form a truce in order to fully appreciate the beauty of Mexico for at least one night, without the fear of retaliation. Tom, having found out that our resort had a karaoke bar, insisted we spend our last night embarrassing ourselves in front of people we would never see again. In writing this, I can understand why I must seem foolish to you. I agreed to a truce with a roommate who was not only the most immature man I’d ever met, but I agreed to a truce with him while I was technically still in the lead on horrible vacation pranks. Nevertheless, it’s amazing how the energy of a drunken karaoke bar and three Mexican Long Island Ice Teas can cause even the most paranoid vacationer to relax. It wasn’t long before I agreed to join my roommate in a duet of “I like big butts” on stage because in his words “The girls here will think we’re hilarious if changed the chorus to “Me gusto grande butts”. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that Tom was willing to sing with me, but for some reason I trusted him. Then, as I waited on stage as he whispered our song selection to the bartender, I saw that twinkle in his eye. Tom walked onto the stage, took the microphone out of my hand, looked deep into my eyes and said “We’re singing this because here in Mexico, ‘they’ can’t judge us...” He leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, and the instrumental intro for Elton John and Kiki Dee’s “Don’t go breakin’ my heart” began. Tom had just told the room full our vacationer peers that we were here on vacation together. We were here on vacation together as a couple. You’ve really got to hand it to a guy so committed to the prank that he’s willing to prank himself just to get you in the process. We fly back in the morning.’

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