The other night, Profe had told us that there was a salsa band playing at this club, so we decided to check it out since it was supposed to be one of the top 3 salsa bands in the country. Sounds promising. Remind us not to listen to him again. We got there after the band was supposed to have started and most of the tables were empty and the band wasn't there. So we sat to wait for them, being told that they would be on soon but that it wasn't the whole band.
As we waited, more people slowly trickled in, young Cubans, older Cubans, and then old creepy foreign guys. This was when I got my first look at jineterismo, which seemed to me more like blatant prostitution. There was this especially creepy creeper with an apple shirt and a pedophile smile who stared at us and the other cubanas. It was disgusting. To make it worse, he almost got a girl. The others at the club danced, or more like had sexual encounters with clothes on. Kind of awkward to see a woman literally take her pants off and lapdance her boyfriend in the middle of a club. With your professor and his wife sitting at the next table. Our table just sat there awkwardly looking around us and not knowing exactly what to do.
After three hours of waiting, the band came. After all the waiting and awkwardness we really wanted a good show...but what we got instead was dueling flutes, a talent show, and a rendition of I Will Always Love You, complete with Bodyguard scenes playing in the background. At that point, we left. And then walked up 26 flights of stairs.
As we waited, more people slowly trickled in, young Cubans, older Cubans, and then old creepy foreign guys. This was when I got my first look at jineterismo, which seemed to me more like blatant prostitution. There was this especially creepy creeper with an apple shirt and a pedophile smile who stared at us and the other cubanas. It was disgusting. To make it worse, he almost got a girl. The others at the club danced, or more like had sexual encounters with clothes on. Kind of awkward to see a woman literally take her pants off and lapdance her boyfriend in the middle of a club. With your professor and his wife sitting at the next table. Our table just sat there awkwardly looking around us and not knowing exactly what to do.
After three hours of waiting, the band came. After all the waiting and awkwardness we really wanted a good show...but what we got instead was dueling flutes, a talent show, and a rendition of I Will Always Love You, complete with Bodyguard scenes playing in the background. At that point, we left. And then walked up 26 flights of stairs.
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