Fail Train to the SuperBowl

Those of you concerned about the party with the Marines, fear not. It didn't quite work out the way we thought it was going to.

As usual in Dakar, none of us really had any idea what was going on, even the one girl whose happiness was dependent on this night going well. We spent about an hour walking up and down the deserted Corniche at midnight looking for either Club American/Atlantique (turns out, they were the same place) or the Marine House. Once we figured out what was where, we went to the Marine House because there had been pictures of candy and soda on the fliers, and there were no Twizzlers to be had at the club. Once we got to the Marine House, however, we realized that there had been some false advertising, or the word really hadn't gotten out. The only people there were a few marines and their families, including small children, and it was not the kind of party we were expecting. They were even showing a special military broadcast of the game, so it didn't have any of the good SuperBowl commercials. We left at the end of the first half and went home.

So, Mom, relax.