At the Club (continued)
Among the personal deficiencies of which I am most keenly aware, is the fact that, although I am a Cuban-American, I can’t dance.
Let me repeat that.
I can’t dance.
As one person pointed out, I dance like a white boy. Yes, a white boy. Stiff as a board.
Add to that the fact that I am only quasi-fluent in Spanish and terribly shy about using it, and my poor Abuela sinks lower in her grave out of shame.
Seun’s two friends are also the children of hispanic immigrants, like me. But, unlike me, they can dance and are openly and unabashedly bilingual.
So I was feeling more than a little bit awkward from the get-go. Determined not to be a downer on Seun’s time, I made sure to be pleasantly buzzed upon arrival at CityWalk, rather than taking any chances of being sober in the clubs.
As one would expect when four women are dancing together in a club, we were constantly surrounded by guys. Desperate, sad, and pushy guys.
Boys - quick word of advice: It is NEVER cool to grind on a girl you don’t know. One more time, even if you’re drunk as shit, that’s no excuse, keep your goods to yourself.
As the tallest and therefore most intimidating girl in the troupe, it was my job to be the surrogate bodygaurd, telling men to step off my girls and pushing them (and their gyrating pelvises) away from our drunken revelry.
In spite of myself (and thanks to the Hypnotic and a couple of strategically imbibed mojitos), I danced, I joked, I teased, and I enjoyed my foray into the Club Girl world.
I guess the moral of this story is that even a Pub Girl, when partnered with the right sort of Club Girls, can have a great time dancing the night away.
Congratulations, Seun! You're one hot med school student. :)
Let me repeat that.
I can’t dance.
As one person pointed out, I dance like a white boy. Yes, a white boy. Stiff as a board.
Add to that the fact that I am only quasi-fluent in Spanish and terribly shy about using it, and my poor Abuela sinks lower in her grave out of shame.
Seun’s two friends are also the children of hispanic immigrants, like me. But, unlike me, they can dance and are openly and unabashedly bilingual.
So I was feeling more than a little bit awkward from the get-go. Determined not to be a downer on Seun’s time, I made sure to be pleasantly buzzed upon arrival at CityWalk, rather than taking any chances of being sober in the clubs.
As one would expect when four women are dancing together in a club, we were constantly surrounded by guys. Desperate, sad, and pushy guys.
Boys - quick word of advice: It is NEVER cool to grind on a girl you don’t know. One more time, even if you’re drunk as shit, that’s no excuse, keep your goods to yourself.
As the tallest and therefore most intimidating girl in the troupe, it was my job to be the surrogate bodygaurd, telling men to step off my girls and pushing them (and their gyrating pelvises) away from our drunken revelry.
In spite of myself (and thanks to the Hypnotic and a couple of strategically imbibed mojitos), I danced, I joked, I teased, and I enjoyed my foray into the Club Girl world.
I guess the moral of this story is that even a Pub Girl, when partnered with the right sort of Club Girls, can have a great time dancing the night away.
Congratulations, Seun! You're one hot med school student. :)