On the dance floor couples are doing everything from the Lizard to the Jackdaw Strut in response to the band's high-decibel efforts. As respite to ears and feet, a mentalist is brought out. He memorizes and repeats backward a long list of items thrown at him by the spectators. The answers reflect the evening's mood: lips, left breast, vasectomy, sandbox, postnasal drip. A new arrival, watching from a wallflower's position, gets a friendly approach: "Hi, aren't you talking to anybody? I'm Lois. You shouldn't be shy around here."
First night out on a cruise...
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