You may recall that our Egyptian friend doesn't have fond memories of the dance club. We returned Thursday night after our theatre experience and he again found that it wasn't quite his cup of tea.
While the rest of us were cutting all kinds of moves, the poor guy thought he was the object of affection from a large bald-headed and rather exuberant English fellow beckoning him onto the dance floor.
We had trouble convincing him the next morning that it was merely the sunny, drunken side of the UK laddish culture he was experiencing.
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