“These choices are homophobic,” I tell my new friend Dana. I’m determined to do something showstopping, but our offerings are comically limited. Kitts they’re cheering for their new friends they’re here to have a good time. They’re mostly middle-aged or older they’re wearing brightly colored tourist T-shirts purchased on our excursion earlier today to St. The second dinner session has just let out, and the Rendezvous Lounge (which is as tacky as it sounds) is overflowing with lesbians.
So I decide to wake the place up a little. It’s night four of the cruise - karaoke night - and everybody’s been picking slow, sad songs.
