So, I was invited to celebrate New Year's Eve with the village.
Instead of just staying right in the village as per usual, everyone was up at the street bar. You know? The one where I'm going to have my first piano gig?
There was much dancing and screaming and children running around.
Oh, not to mention the bar chihuahua barking.
It was also someone's birthday on this night.
I don't bring anything with me other than my camera for filming, so I couldn't buy the birthday boy a beer.
I went home to get some money to do so. 120RD pesos will get you the JUMBO beer. That should do him good.
However, when I returned, I realized that somewhere on that dark, puddled, rocky path we walk to get to the street bar, I lost 100 of the 200 pesos I had brought.
Upon stating this, out loud, it seemed the entire bar emptied. I suppose to go find my 100 pesos and get themselves their beer.
Finders keepers!
I wasn't about to do that night time trek through the paths of the village to look for the equivalent of $2.50.
I still don't know who the lucky person is who found it, but shortly thereafter, everyone decided to go to the Party At The Gas Station!!!
Sounds like a great place to have the New Years countdown, no?
I went home to get my purse and use the washroom, and dammit, I locked the padlock on the iron gate, but had left my keys inside!!! For fucks sakes!!!
Let me tell you, that lock is STURDY. Nobody will get through it with difficulties, and it made me happy to know we're in such a secure house.
It took 3 people and 40 minutes to get the iron gate open. They finally just had to break the iron that the lock was on, because that lock wasn't budging.
I fully recommend the Yale lock we have. 100%.
By the time they opened it, we had 20 minutes to get to the Party At The Gas Station!!!
All the cabs were full, so I did what I said I would NEVER do.
Take a moto.
There I was crammed between Housemaid and our driver. Terrified. I was thinking, "This may be the day that I die." However, our driver wasn't a drinker, so I felt a little safer.
Honestly, we got to the Party At The Gas Station!!! with 5 minutes to spare and my Honky 'Fro looking like a street cat had nestled in it.
I didn't care. I only wanted to film their countdown. Problem is, they don't countdown.
One person yells it's time and the rest of the party erupts in a fiendish jumping, screaming, bottles clanging, motos tooting and engines revving.
By the time I realized what was going on, I had to turn my camera on as fast as possible!!!
I still caught the mayhem, because it went on for about 15 minutes. I only wish you could have seen the initial wave of screams as it neared us at the far end of the bar!
But then! All of a sudden the people we met there left to go to bar #3!
There I was following along like a lost puppy to the new one that has just opened up down the road.
It was time for some serious dancing. And boy did the men there want to dance with the gringa.
I tried to tell one guy, that was a tad touchy-feely, that I was married, but the word 'married' (casada) and 'tired' (cansada) are very similar, so after he was groping I merely had told him I'm tired.
Good one. Yeah. That will do the trick.
Thankfully, I had Housemaid there to watch while they tried to lure me to the back of the club (I don't want to know the reasons), but Housemaid would pull me back to the front where it was safe.
It was my FIRST Bachata dance! Bachata music is a native music to the Dominican Republic. I learned the moves really fast and damn, if I do that once a week I'll have thighs like a tree trunk!! Now I know how all the girls have such plump round butts here!!!
I was also pleased that my ankle could do it. More than pleased if you want the truth. I wanted to dance all night!
But now it was 3 in the morning, and everyone we knew left to go to bar #4 in Cabarete.
Not me. It was time to go home in a cab with drunk locals, which was also party in itself.
I wish Papi were here for the entertainment.
Only 2 more sleeps!
Instead of just staying right in the village as per usual, everyone was up at the street bar. You know? The one where I'm going to have my first piano gig?
There was much dancing and screaming and children running around.
Oh, not to mention the bar chihuahua barking.
It was also someone's birthday on this night.
I don't bring anything with me other than my camera for filming, so I couldn't buy the birthday boy a beer.
I went home to get some money to do so. 120RD pesos will get you the JUMBO beer. That should do him good.
However, when I returned, I realized that somewhere on that dark, puddled, rocky path we walk to get to the street bar, I lost 100 of the 200 pesos I had brought.
Upon stating this, out loud, it seemed the entire bar emptied. I suppose to go find my 100 pesos and get themselves their beer.
Finders keepers!
I wasn't about to do that night time trek through the paths of the village to look for the equivalent of $2.50.
I still don't know who the lucky person is who found it, but shortly thereafter, everyone decided to go to the Party At The Gas Station!!!
Sounds like a great place to have the New Years countdown, no?
I went home to get my purse and use the washroom, and dammit, I locked the padlock on the iron gate, but had left my keys inside!!! For fucks sakes!!!
Let me tell you, that lock is STURDY. Nobody will get through it with difficulties, and it made me happy to know we're in such a secure house.
It took 3 people and 40 minutes to get the iron gate open. They finally just had to break the iron that the lock was on, because that lock wasn't budging.
I fully recommend the Yale lock we have. 100%.
By the time they opened it, we had 20 minutes to get to the Party At The Gas Station!!!
All the cabs were full, so I did what I said I would NEVER do.
Take a moto.
There I was crammed between Housemaid and our driver. Terrified. I was thinking, "This may be the day that I die." However, our driver wasn't a drinker, so I felt a little safer.
Honestly, we got to the Party At The Gas Station!!! with 5 minutes to spare and my Honky 'Fro looking like a street cat had nestled in it.
I didn't care. I only wanted to film their countdown. Problem is, they don't countdown.
One person yells it's time and the rest of the party erupts in a fiendish jumping, screaming, bottles clanging, motos tooting and engines revving.
By the time I realized what was going on, I had to turn my camera on as fast as possible!!!
I still caught the mayhem, because it went on for about 15 minutes. I only wish you could have seen the initial wave of screams as it neared us at the far end of the bar!
But then! All of a sudden the people we met there left to go to bar #3!
There I was following along like a lost puppy to the new one that has just opened up down the road.
It was time for some serious dancing. And boy did the men there want to dance with the gringa.
I tried to tell one guy, that was a tad touchy-feely, that I was married, but the word 'married' (casada) and 'tired' (cansada) are very similar, so after he was groping I merely had told him I'm tired.
Good one. Yeah. That will do the trick.
Thankfully, I had Housemaid there to watch while they tried to lure me to the back of the club (I don't want to know the reasons), but Housemaid would pull me back to the front where it was safe.
It was my FIRST Bachata dance! Bachata music is a native music to the Dominican Republic. I learned the moves really fast and damn, if I do that once a week I'll have thighs like a tree trunk!! Now I know how all the girls have such plump round butts here!!!
I was also pleased that my ankle could do it. More than pleased if you want the truth. I wanted to dance all night!
But now it was 3 in the morning, and everyone we knew left to go to bar #4 in Cabarete.
Not me. It was time to go home in a cab with drunk locals, which was also party in itself.
I wish Papi were here for the entertainment.
Only 2 more sleeps!
my life is filled with joy
Sounds a lot wilder than my New Year's... and more fun. Unexpected problems peppering a holiday are the best problems, especially since no one was injured.
ReplyDeleteHave a great 2014!
it was a night of chaos! i guess that makes for good entertainment. and yes. nobody was injured. a good night indeed :)
DeleteI knew getting locked out would happen soon enough :-)
ReplyDeleteyeah. it had to happen an hour before new years lol!!!!
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