Sail away with me. To another world. – Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers

Four months on the road, and we finally experienced our first RV resort social. Here’s what we learned.

We elected to take advantage of a “Fall Festival” offer at a luxury “Motorcoach” (code for top-of-the-line RVs) resort in Naples. It was beautiful. The service was amazing. The people were some of the friendliest, most social we met to date – I mean you literally received a form of acknowledgment from EVERYONE…multiple times a day.

They were hosting an evening Saturday social as most resorts do. We went, and it was everything we thought it would be and more.

1. Dinner begins promptly at 6. We showed up about 6:25. They were already running out of desserts, and people were drinking after-dinner coffee.
2. The average age at socials will likely be 67. Apart from grandkids, we will be the youngest in the room. Everyone will notice.
   • Mac and I walk in arguably very late. Picture the tween movie where a person walks in to the school dance, the DJ scratches the record, the music stops and everyone turns to stare. [Cue the pin drop.] This was similar, but the man/woman entertainment duo continued belting “Islands in the Stream” without missing a beat.
3. The events are B.Y.O.B. A majority of couples bring enough alcohol for the table.
4. Patriotism is at its best.
   • Not only did they play the National Anthem a few hours in, but a man proudly walked up to the stage and held a photo of the American flag on his phone – up high – for everyone to see. All that was missing was a gentle breeze.
5. Out of all the 60s, 70s and 80s classics performed, the song that got more people (including those in the 70-80 age range) was “Uptown Funk.”
6. People were in bed by 9 p.m.
   • Our table closed the place down at 10:45…we were obviously part of the cool crowd.

In an effort to not stop the music next time, we are going to try to blend in by arriving 15 minutes early, bringing a case of beer and four bottles of wine, wearing red/white/blue and bringing copies of “NOW That’s What I Call Music 56.”