Party in the Ghetto

I love being Dominican.I love how down my sister is to go out.

Let me explain.

It is Thursday night and I am tired from 3 days of moving along with being emotionally exhausted from dealing with the ex fiances up and down mood.At 11 p.m. I start to get dressed while I wait for Older Sister to arrive from handling sorority business.She gets home a little after midnight. I am changing an outfit when I make a comment that I am tired (and I KNOW she is tired).

OS: so then what the fuck are we doing?

Me: nikka I am DRESSED, we are going out!

We get in the car and make our way to the Spanish location in the Bronx (Bamboo).

We drive by the place and from the glimpse I took it looked empty. I think to myself "greaaaaat.

We came out tired and the place is dead at 1:30 a.m.

We park the car after a few turns around the block, and walk inside. OS tells me it is downstairs, not originally where I had looked at. Cool. I open the doors to the downstairs already jamming to the very good Spanish music... And it was like narnjia. It was packed- with this space made by the security guard for people to walk. DOMINICANS KNOW HOW TO PARTY, or don't have jobs to worry about the next day?

We had told my friend Fuandolio to go, who calls himself my fake boyfriend (another blog for another time). He is nowhere to be found, so OS and I make our way to the back for some drinks. Corona for OS, Red Bull on the rocks for me. I felt very out of place, I feel like when I walk into those places I stand out like a member of the KKK at the Million Man March. I look white and do not dress like I bought my outfit on 181st, or like I am a stripper, or wear up towns with jeans that look like they should come with a warning label for yeast infection. Sorry if I am offending anyone reading this with that- its all love. Pfffffft, ok no it isn't, but I made a new years resolution to stop criticizing so much and I was good... Yesterday I only had one victim (seriously, it is an improvement).

After ordering our drinks OS and I try to find somewhere to stand, there really was no where to stand. OS compared it to going to the beach really early to get a good spot. A lot of thugs and uptown girls there. This salsa song comes on...OS is singing her heart out to it and I come to the realization that I am chilling with a HICK, and that hick is my sister. I call her on it. She laughs and says "Hasta los tigeres estan cantando" (read: even the thugs are singing). I had some Red Bull in my mouth and chuckled so hard that I almost spit it out at this very true statement.

So here go some of the funny events:

• One guy grabbed my hand to ask my to dance. While he asked me to dance he rubbed the back of my hand on his penis. If I need to tell you NO I didn't dance with him.


• Fuandolio showed up with one of his boys who freaked OS (to that playero reggaeton)- while we were dancing I kept getting pinched on the thigh by OS because he kept making comments about her dancing. (We were all dancing very close, no space)


• A guy tells me I am beautiful. I thank him. He asks me if I have myspace. I say no. He then asks if I have aim, I say I barely use it. He then says- let me guess, you don't own a cell either? HA!


• Fuandolio was being very lovey dovey. Kept reminding me how beautiful I am (I never take that for granted) and he got a hard on while dancing with me which never happens. He is usually a good dancer but he was drinking heavily so he was sloppy. He is going on a cruise with his family next week that goes to Mexico, Costa Rica, and Panama. He told me if I would have budged and been his REAL girlfriend I would have been right there with them lol. Sorry, no sexual attraction- he is young and acts it sometimes. Ill skip on the free trip to Costa Rica.

Over all- the night was good. The music was pumpin'. I just wish there was room to actually dance.I think the secret to staying in shape for me is going dancing at least 4 times a week. So where to tonight???