Thursday, February 01, 2007

Movin' and Shakin' (da bootie)

I wonder if two months of fine DC living make me an un-newbie? Nah, not quite enough time. Give it 6 months. In the hopes of feeling more at home I have taken the brash step of breaking out of meetup.com, dragging my new friend-hopeful's to evenings away from meetup - albeit usually at locations I found through meetup.

Bringing us to: incident 1.

Lucky Bar (only on Salsa monday's)

I like Lucky Bar alot. Though floor is too smooth and you end up sliding all over the place when you mean to stay still, the music is a great mix of salsa, merengue, bachata, and reggaeton, best of all the crowd is less sophisticate (read, less snooty) than a lot of the salsa places in "el distrito" and I like the vibe.

One of the meetup'ettes I dragged with me referred to the guys at lucky bar as "ghetto". I think that's an exaggeration. I think a place of less pretentious people, albeit still with the occasion title of Asshole, is a better place to be. But I digress.

Meetup-ette: I like it here but the guys are a bit ghetto.
Alphabette: Well then ghetto men must LOVE me bc they're the only ones asking me to dance!

Let me say that I hate when I go to a place to dance, and no one asks me to dance. It makes me feel all bad inside. If I wanted to stand in a corner I'd stay at home. Now I'm not saying I'm the *the* foxiest fox out there, although its close, hehe, jk, but I ain't bad and I can shake a tail feather.

This particular Monday (again, salsa night) I found a kid who could also shake a tail feather, in the same style as I, and we were going nuts, sliding all over the dance floor cause that's how it goes there and having a hell of a good time.

We take a break and I have a seat to catch my breath. While I'm sitting this dude who I knew was watching us dance the whole time comes over. First he sits across from me in the booth. Then he gets up and stands too close to me. His hair is oily and in a ponytail that's seen better days.

Ponytail: You looked good out there. Do you take classes?
Alphabette: No, I just dance with people who know what their doin.
Ponytail: Ah, so he's better than you?
Alpahbette: Probably, yah.
Ponytail: You looked professional, let me sit with you.

Ok, I'm sweating, I don't wanna sit with Ponytail, but nor do I want to be rude. I'm classy.

Alphabette: Well, thanks, but I need to go say bye to my friends (they were leaving, for real)
Ponytail: Oh, yeah? Actually, you looked totally amateur out there. He was totally better than you.

Gee, ouch. Wow. I'm glad maturity ranks out there people. Yikes.

Ok so, 1)I'm not a professional dancer so thus I SHOULD look amateur
2)so you compliment someone and then shit on them when your lame come-on line didn't work?

Oy vey.

See why I'm opting for long distance love over starting again? Yikes. However, it does make for damn good stories.

Next time: Incident 2

Yours phonetically speaking,

Alphabette

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