I'm a terrible flyer - I have panic attacks over the mildest turbulence. Since I'll be living abroad this fall, I really need to get used to flying and so I'm gonna take every chance I get to fly. The flight down was great.... smoothest flight of my life. The flight back was a bit rough at times but I got a little drunk and ended up passing out.
Daisy managed to convince me to go with her only 3 days before we left. She and our friend Anibal used "Las Fiestas de la Calle San Sebastian" and free accomodations to lure me. Apparently San Sebastian is a big time party weekend out in Old San Juan. It's the Puerto Rican version of Mardi Gras. Music in the streets, masses of people dancing like maniacs every which way you turned. Awesomeness....
So Daisy and I are talking on the way down: "This is gonna be perfect! There's gonna be so many guys to choose from and so little time!"
I mean, I know I don't speak spanish all that well but everyone speaks the language of love... ;)
So we're all hyped. We get dressed and I must admit we looked damn good (despite our wintery pale skin). We go out amongst the masses and Daisy was regretting those heels and I was regretting my slides... too many people. And I think someone grabbed my boob and tried to make it look accidental... ugh. So freakin annoying when that happens. If there hadn't been a huge group of people between me and that dude by the time I turned around, I woulda wrecked that fucker.
So our night wasn't going so well. Finally, we get in touch with Anibal (who took a later flight) and we decide to meet up with him at this place called The Nuyorican Cafe. It was down this little winding side street not 5 blocks from where we were staying. There were people obviously drunk sitting all around outside the place and the lighting gave this amazing effect that made me feel like I was walking onto a movie set. So cool...
So we go in and they had this awesome salsa band and people we dancing like crazy. But it had this surreal feeling... again very movie-like to me. So Daisy and I proceed to really start drinking and before we know it we're dancing with random men moving in ways I never knew I could. Daisy can dance. She says she's not so good... but she's good.
I, on the other hand, have no sense of rhythm. I can move to a beat but I can very easily fall off track if there's anything complicated about it. Hence... salsa and I don't mix. And, as I learned this weekend, salsa+alcohol and I don't mix. God, I must have stepped on this one dude's toes like 15 times in one song. I just gave up after a while.
Daisy ended up hooking up with the guy she met. I, on the other hand, did not. But if I was attracted to bald, 45 year old's with better maintained eyebrows than my own and horse teeth, he would've been a dream come true. Oh well. And seriously though... I got mad love for Puerto Ricans BUT I have to admit, the ones in San Juan don't compare AT ALL to the guys in my own neighborhood. I mean for starters, I think every mildly attractive man down there does their eyebrows. Like gets them waxed... what gives??? I mean, just shave the unibrow and either pluck or trim the rest. UGH... perfect eyebrows on any man is easily my biggest turn off. I just don't get it. Whatever.
The trip was pretty fun overall. Well worth it. Definitely going back. And next time I'm coming back with a tan!
Jasur, Daisy, me and Peter at one of the bars in Old San Juan
[And these guys don't wax their eyebrows... see how handsome!]
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