October 20, 2012
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Barroco
So…Friday night I went to the only club in the area. I should disclose that a major factor in going was that I heard that there was a shooting there last weekend. And you know…that where $#!* gets real is where I gotta get. #thuglife It was an interesting experience.
For one, I was surprised that it seemed like a proper night club. Everyone in the area decries the variety and quality of local establishments. That generalization doesn’t seem to hold true here. There was an appropriate balance of poor lighting, good seating, crazy light effects, and bass-thumping jams. Overall, it was a pretty cool scene even if not substantially populated.
The music was a combination of hip-hop and rap with some bachata/meringue thrown in for jollies. So, you know, perfect! Also, I was the only white person there. It’s important that the caucasians represent from time to time: just because I’m a honky doesn’t mean I can’t drop flow like Daddy Yankee or Lyland and Denny. I can’t drop flow because I have no flow…it’s not directly tied to my ethnicity.
There was another interesting development. I thought the DJ did a really good job of keeping up a variety of dancin’ jamz. However, there was relatively little movement on the dance floor. Off the dance floor, however, the dynamic was reminiscent of a middle-school dance: guys and girls were clustered in groups around the room and not directly participating in the dancing. There was some off-floor, half-hearted movement, which I found disgusting. My attitude: go big and look like a complete idiot or don’t even try. This approach once required me to apologize to a group of Peruvian students I met in Madrid, but I still stand by the philosophy.
I’d like to return someday…but I’d prefer not going by myself again (that’s lame). Also, because of my all-or-nothing approach, I ended up not dancing, drinking my margaritas alone, and going home about 11:30 or so. These events were also lame. I guess to summarize, it would have been a BLAST if I weren’t such a lame-o.
Now…if I could only get some Spanish-speaking chicas who would enjoy going with me next time. #dreambig #isthatracist? #whoamikidding #funwith#tags
Comments (8)
I would go with you if I were Spanish speaking.But, you wouldn’t want an old hag. People might think I was baby sitting you! ha ha
This kind of place scare the hell out of me ….strange because I would really like it, specially the hip hop stuff.
@ZSA_MD - HAH! It would be a blast. And truth be told, if I ever did make it to the dance floor, I probably should have someone watching out–if not for me, for everyone else. : )
@carlo - It really wasn’t that scary. It’s a fairly large complex and I think the shooting happened in the parking lot and involved a crowd from a different part…that crowd is mostly in their late 30s/50s–not where I was where everyone was under 30 and the average age was probably 23 or so. The music was nice and except for being a weirdie, I had a pretty good time.
Tu me sembles douter de toi -même . Et pourtant tu aimes la découverte et l’ aventure . La contradiction n’ est qu’ apparente . Je pense que beaucoup parmi nous sont comme cela.
Amitié
Michel
RYC : merci pour le ” tip” : Je ne savais pas que manger du fromage fort avec une tranche de pomme verte était délicieux
@fauquet - Je vous enprie.
Quelques fois, je suis sûr que vous êtes voyant! Quelques
personnes l’appllent “un paradoxe,” d’autres l’appellent “une folie.” Mais, je suis d’accord: c’est une affection
commune. : )
Lol, if I ever go to a club I’d end up doing what you did…Not dancing. I’ve never been to a club in my life, and I’m 30!
@XtremePsionic - The first time I went was in July..and that was because I was in Madrid. Apparently, that’s what they do there. On a related note, the first new Spanish word I learned was “descontrolado.” It was an apt descriptor.