Tonight, in the lounge after dinner, an older gentlemen next to us orders a Créme de Menthe on the rocks as a digestif. Seeing the look of horror on one of the brothers' face, he challenges the brother to try it.
Another Créme de Menthe is served. The brother swiftly tossed it back. His opinion, delivered with a charming grin and laughter?
"These old people are going to fuck us up!"
The old gentleman laughed, and replied, "Challenge accepted!"
The piano player breaks out into a Michael Jackson song, and the dance floor fills up with geriatric dancers moonwalking and busting a move.
Game on, young whippersnappers, game on.