And it wasn't that sneaking suspicion we were going to a party.
Nor was it watching Maxine splurge on mango bubble tea and thread bracelets in red, green, and yellow.
It wasn't even capturing a photo of Tony with his dreadlocks tucked neatly under his cap.
(And it certainly wasn't the mediocre, overpriced food that was so unremarkable that we didn't even bother to snap photos of it. No it wasn't!)
The best part was watching this little bit of choreography that took place under Treasure Island's newest resident, the forty-foot-tall sculpture of a dancing woman.
It started off somewhat understated...
...before it began to pick up speed.
They implemented a bit of suspenseful drama...
...before letting it all hang out in an exuberant finale.
Encore! Encore!
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