Baby Shower

The buttons that are passed out for all the guests to wear feature the words in English: Baby Shower. We are gathered at Silvia's sister's house and the party is for Silvia's daughter-in-law, Lucy. No alcohol served. Long tables. Folding chairs. About 30 of us. My kind of casual crowd, everyone in jeans.
We play a game of Loteria which is pretty much a bingo game, except all the squares are filled with baby items, and the answers of "stork," "rattle," and "baby bottle," are answers to quiz questions, so I'm learning plenty of vocabulary. They tell me in Spanish that when you win you are supposed to yell out "Loteria," so when I get my four across, I put my arms in the air and yell out "Loteria" right as Silvia's 80-year-old mom does the same.
Then blank cards and pens are passed out for a new game. We've already written down best wishes for the baby, so what now? Monica, the woman next to me, says, "I'm going to make Lucy paint her face with lipstick," and then scribbles something down on her card.
I want to play to win, of course, so I'm trying to figure out how to top Monica's strategy. How far should I take it? Would it be out-of-bounds to make the honoree strip off her clothes? Is repurposing some item of feminine paraphernalia required? I could really get myself in trouble here.
I try to ask these questions in Spanish and finally the thirteen- year- old yells at me in English that if Lucy can't guess the giver of a gift, then she would have to perform whatever embarrassing action the giver had written on the card.
Okay, I think. And since I'd just learned the word "Hen" in a previous game, I write, "baile como una gallina."
I didn't think about what would happen when Lucy did guess the giver correctly.
After a few rounds of gifts, Lucy pulls out my repurposed Aveda bag and reads it aloud in English, laughing. Then she gets to the "Howdy from Tucson" onesie and starts pointing at me and laughing.
I employ my usual strategy of crouching behind the taller person in front of me.
But I am caught. The English gave me away.
This is how I end up dancing like a chicken in front of thirty Mexican women I just met. I do a few circles, flapping my elbows up and down while everyone laughs.
It feels surprisingly good, the flush of embarrassment, the energy of it. I'm finally communicating.