Thursday, September 21, 2006

 

Wednesday night happenings!

Things have been a little hectic lately. Yours truly, Dancing Blonde, has had company in town. My very bestest friend VP is here. This guy is nuts and such a truly wonderful friend. So, I have taken a little time off to enjoy his company.

We are staying in a hotel on the north coast. He owns units there and comes down to stay almost every year, at least once. I get to go there as well. It is a 3 or 3 ½ star resort in Playa Dorada. What I love about this place – it doesn’t pretend to be anything other then what it is. The rooms are good, the staff are very friendly and helpful, the food is very good! And when I have surfed the net looking at prices they are very well priced.

I spent a whole week there and didn’t work at all. It was wonderful just to take some time off. As I do not like to cook, being able to go eat without fuss is fabulous. We will rarely stay and watch the shows because well once you have seen them – they really don’t get any better. I have managed (of course) to go out dancing, a couple of times with VP and other times without. The first time VP went he met Larimar Blonde. Well now it appears I have to share my best friend VP with my other good friend! Wow, they hit it off big time. It was wonderful to see.

Last night we went out again. Wednesday night is my favourite night to go. Off we went dragging another recruit with us. We met some nice people at the resort and one wanted to go out, his friend was sick in bed! Poor baby.

Now my friend VP is not a latin dancer – or so he says. It is interesting what happens when VP gets a couple of rum drinks into him! You got it, he is a dancer…… He had a fabulous time. He danced up a storm with me and Really Tall Blonde! She was not sure what to make of him. I also had a good time dancing Salsa with one of my regular partners.

It is so nice on Wednesday as the place is not jammed with people, there is room on the dance floor! At times, I even have the floor to myself.

Later in the evening it appeared that VP had a little too much rum. He got all excited about something someone said, jumped up laughing – trying to make a point I think – and dumped over the entire table of drinks. What a mess. No worry, easily cleaned up and another round purchased. There were 11 of us and another round came to 310 pesos, not quite $10 US. Yup – we made VP haul out his money.

We had a great time and it looks like we will do it again on Saturday!

One writer has asked for some background on us Blondes. What I have asked all the other Blondes is:

Why do you love this country?
IF you live here, how did that come about?
IF you don’t live here, do you plan to some day?
Anything else you want to tell us about you?

Once I have it all I will post it! Till then, see ya.

Monday, September 18, 2006

 

Nameless No More

Unnamed Blonde, previously Bathroom Blonde, has had a suggestion for a name, and I like it. I do have blue eyes, so I will accept the title of Larimar blonde, from the blue stone only found in the R.D. I have done a little research, and here is some information I have found about the stone. I hope to reflect situations in a manner similar to the properties of this stone, as well as utilizing its healing powers, this is a very good place to mend a broken heart, but I choose not to bore anyone with those details. The region known as Atlantis is believed to have been a part of the island of Hispanola, where the Dominican Republic is located. Whether the story of Atlantis is a legend or just another example in Plato's metaphorical philosophy, or if there is some truth to it, we cannot assert.

*** note that Larimar Blonde had a photo but Dancing Blonde hasn't figured how to upload it yet****

But the fact is: Larimar is only found in one place in the entire world, re-discovered in 1974. It definitely is a mysteriously attracting and extraordinary stone like no other on this planet. Although it is of hot volcanic origin, it disperses a soothing calmness and serenity. Its colors evoke the beauty of the Caribbean sea, the most fabulous part of the Atlantic Ocean.
Its powers are believed to help us to view events from a different perspective; it softens, enlightens and heals in a physical, emotional, mental and spiritual way.
Larimar stimulates the heart, throat, third eye and crown chakras facilitating inner wisdom and outer manifestation. It represents peace and clarity radiating healing and love energy. It is recommended for people who are stressed.
Larimar supports dissolving different kinds of energy blockages that cause physical problems or mental diseases. Larimar enables the flow of energy within a person and helps promote an open mind to changes and improvements. It also softens the stress and tension that problems bring. Because of its extraordinary blue appearance, this gemstone is associated with the heavens, the seas and planet earth as seen from space. Larimar bears the strength of the blue sky with its white clouds and the depth and clarity of the fantastically blue Caribbean.

A couple of observations I have made recently. When I arrived at La Canita the other night, I was parked on the street, but the man who supervises parking across the street came up to my vehicle and told me that he saved me a spot next to Dancing Blonde’s car, guess you know you are a regular customer when parking attendants reserve spots and tables are made available within minutes of arrival.

Another observation is that if there are 25 Dominican women at the club, rest assured that 20% of them are in the bathroom at any given time. There may actually be someone using the facilities, but the remaining 20% are standing in front of a mirror. There is a new mirror in the bathroom at La Canita, it is a full length mirror, it is only 6 inches wide, because it has been placed on a pillar, but it is over 5 feet long. This is the busiest mirror I have ever seen. I have witnessed many things that make me shake my head and laugh. One such instance was the local girl standing in front of the mirror, shaking her butt, like she would on the dance floor, just to watch herself so that she knew how good she looked performing that maneuver from a spectator’s perspective, too funny!

More adventures to come, I will try to share some insight on working, grocery shopping, and other daily experiences that are very different from the life I had in Canada.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

 

A birthday party for Dominican friend.

Wednesday night we all went out for a birthday party, Dancing Blonde (yours truly), The Blonde formerly known as really tall and Nameless blonde…………….

I have 2 regular dance partners, brothers. Well the girlfriend of one turned 20 on Wednesday and that is cause for a celebration! So this is strange but true – I have no idea what her real name is! Seriously. She is introduced as “Tony’s Woman”. Before all us females get up in arms, it is not all that unusual here. At one point in the evening the DJ did the happy birthday thing – to Tony’s Woman!!! Unbelievable!

She is a blonde – well sort of. She has died her naturally black curly hair blonde. It is sort of blondish – orangish colour. Don’t worry that will change next week. She is a lovely woman, very slim and with a pretty face. She always dresses nicely and is quiet and shy most of the time. But, do not piss her off because I have seen that and this girl can stand up for herself.
It turned out to be a group of about 14 of us in total. Gifts or presents are not the normal with this group. We gave her a small token gift and she was quite pleased. Due to continuous electricity issues, we got her a set of candles and some earrings for herself! She loved the gift.

We danced up a storm during the evening which was not without drama. The other brother was in quite a mood! He ended up going outside with 3 other locals and fighting. He has quite a temper and is unbelievable sometimes. At one point he was the Dominican karate champion in his age and weight class and I think could be very dangerous under the wrong circumstances. In this case he must have been okay because management let him back in but not the others. I really don’t care to know what that was all about. Other then a few people going to watch the fight, it did not interfere with the dancing……

Thursday was my anniversary, 3 years in this country. Wow, time flies when you are having all this fun. Thursday evening I went to Santiago for a date! Yes a real date with a very nice man. We went to see the Santiago Monument by moonlight (very romantic if it were not for the other people around) then to a nice restaurant for dinner and some dancing to a live band. A very nice evening !

Friday a few of us went for dinner on the Malecon to a restaurant called Aguaceros –not sure I spelled that correctly. The food was really good but do they ever need to learn a few things about service!!! When we arrived there was more staff then clients. By the time we left a few more patrons had arrived. BUT, they are incredibly slow. For heavens sake if you are in a hurry, order the bill at the same time as you receive your food. NO kidding, it probably took 15 minutes to get our bill!

Then we were off dancing again, but not all of us. IT was Really Tall blonde and myself. We were met there by Nameless blonde. Speaking of which – a little help with a name for this poor woman – she can’t go nameless forever!!!

Dancing was good but not great. So should I tell you the dancing rules? Okay if you insist.

Don’t dance with the same guy more then 2 songs in a row. IF you do he thinks you like him. Now if you actually do like him then that is okay.
Don’t dance with the same guy repeatedly. See #1 above for reason.
If you are dancing and he is “fresh” – first of all that is pretty normal. I swear most dancing here is foreplay by our standards. But if it is uncomfortable just tell him to stop. If that doesn’t work walk off the dancefloor.

Most conversations on the dance floor go something like this: (mostly in Spanish but translated for you readers)

HI, do you speak Spanish?
Yes a little.
Are you married?
No
Do you have a boyfriend?
If Yes : well he is not here, I will be your boyfriend.
If NO: Well I will be your boyfriend.

Throw in the following lines at will:
You are so beautiful
You dance so well.
Why don’t you have a boyfriend, you are so beautiful
I want to know you.
Of course I am not married.*
No I don’t have a girlfriend. *

** these are most likely lies lies lies……

This is the rules and the way it goes for foreigners and tourists. Once you have been here awhile and you get some regular partners and people who know you it gets a little easier. But then there are always guys around who don’t know you live here and you go thru it all.

One night I was out dancing and it was sooooooooo crowded. I was dancing with a reasonably nice looking fellow probably about 40. We went thru the regular questions and comments. And got to the part about I want to be your boyfriend. Sorry I said, I don’t even know you. But I like you he said. Then he took my hand and placed it in his crotch!!! Yup - he did like me…. However I was gone off that dance floor so fast he didn’t see me leave!!! What a schmuck.

So today my very best friend arrives from Canada and I am taking a week off to go to a resort and play tourist. I am sure I will have lots and lots of stories to tell you after!
Meanwhile we will hear from the other Blondes and of course I will go out dancing this week with them.
Ciao

Friday, September 08, 2006

 
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes?
Let’s test that theory – Work it baby, work it!

I’ve had some bad experiences with bad boys, lately. Maybe I should change my blonde hair to brunette! Afterall “Gentlemen prefer blondes” but “Gentlemen marry brunettes.” This blonde hair of mine catches the attention of all sorts of men take J-P and Henry for example.

For several weeks, J-P has been calling me and asking me to go dancing with him. I’ve known him for two years, well let’s qualify that. I’ve danced with him for 2 years and he recently asked me for my number and I gave it to him. Why not? Nice man from French Africa, we talked about the salsa scene and the various horrible experiences we’ve had with people and I thought he might be someone I’d like to get to know better. “Keep an open mind, you never know who you might meet.” That’s what all my books say. He said he’d pick me up to guarantee that I’d be there. I should have thought about that one a little more instead of being flattered that finally a guy will go out of his way to pick me up instead of meeting me at the location. After a day of work, I napped, showered and started to prepare my look. I was ready to dance the night away. I was going to wear a dress knowing I’d be warm in the car and not riding the subway. 9:30 I received a call, “I’ll meet you there at 10:15 or 10:30, wait for me I might be a bit late.” All right, I’m flexible. After all he’s not my boyfriend… Change of outfit… something more casual, jeans, shirt, nice accessories, great hair, makeup. Out the door I went, I looked goooood. The bus driver wanted to know where I was going, could he have my number. (Maybe I looked cheap… oh well… it was a look that’s what mattered. I arrived around 10:40. I’m late … but I had to take a bus, subway and finally a taxi for the last stint. Walked in, didn’t stop to check myself out in the bathroom. Who cares, the bus driver thought I was hot. I must be… right.

There’s Pat a longtime salsa friend and Mark someone I met in another salsa club. Always good when you have a couple of partners… bonus. But no sign of J-P. Several dances later I check my cell and sure enough “Message rec’d.” Sorry, I’m really sorry. Something came up and I couldn’t join you for dancing … Sorry, I’m really sorry. I hope you accept my apology. And I do hope we’ll be able to meet soon and I’ll buy you a drink and we’ll have a dance.” Thank goodness I had some friends there, and TG I’m haven’t invested my emotions in this friendship. Stood up! Wow… can’t believe it. Oh well, I danced for an hour or so and returned home. Taxi fare…. 25$, $2 entry on Thursdays. Oh well.

Saturday: It was pouring rain… probably Ernesto raining down on us. Yessenia my girlfriend from El Salvador and I decided to go to El Rancho our favorite haunt. This time I decided after being away from the scene I had to make an entrance. This is where I dig into the history of blondes and use my research ability to dip in the reservoir of images of blondes from Hollywood cinema. Having a mother who sang “Diamonds are a girls best friend” dressed in her little cotton house dress as a child inspired me to take courses in film history, art history and study the creation of identity. (Are your eyes glazeing over yet?) God bless and rest my dear mother’s theatrical musical soul! And thanks to my gay brother, I knew how to draw from Marilyn Monroe’s imagery to make a statement. If Madonna, Gwen Stephanie, Nicole Kidman, Anna Nicole Smith could work “the Marilyn”, so could I … and so can all DR Blondes!

The Marilyn Look: Innocent, sensuous, little girl in a big girl’s body! I decided to wear a low cut dress, something I usually reserve for a date. This one is black with white flowers. Could easily fly up standing over a subway vent! Very flattering, spaghetti strap lingerie cut (you have to tape the dress to your strapless bra) so you don’t expose those bad (little) boys (puppies) to the world). It’s really a very striking dress but cheap $80 Chateau only looks good in the dark and you can throw it in the washing machine. I usually reserve it for special guys…. ALLLLL guys who dance with me are special. As Yessenia always say: “… the problem with you, you like everybody.”

Shoes: Heels, cute black one for the entrance with little bows on top (they cover my hammer toe); black salsa shoes for the dancing, they make me a little shorter for all the tiny construction workers I dance with. Girls, Cinderella never had the shoes that we have at our disposal! Since I wrecked one of the heels dancing on asphalt to tipicos in the DR I had to tape the sucker with…. DUCT tape! Men may not know how to ask for directions, but damn they know how to fix everything with duct tape. (One of the reasons we can’t live out them.) I touched it up with permanent marker and no one would ever know my little secret.

Makeup: See Pamela Anderson’s look http://www.maccosmetics.com/
Seriously, if it works for other blondes, it can work for us! Why reinvent the wheel? Study other blondes and rip off their looks… Work it baby, worrrrk it, work it! Hair in rollers to get it lift and messed up to give that just rolled out of bed look that men melt over for.

I had to take a taxi, something this revealing can’t be worn mincing through the subway on a rainy evening. $20 later, $10 entrance, I’m in and I change right into salsa shoes and strut my way through the club to the other side where I like to stand at the bar sipping my 110 calorie vodka and soda with lime (yuck) and making eye contact with potential partners as I wait for Yessenia who arrives on Central American time around midnight. By that time, I look like a sweaty whore that’s worked her way through the vacationing rugby team at Punta Cana. She struts in looking like a brunette diva… the kind guys marry. Well not really Yessy knows how to work it also. By day she works at a mindless job, 6 days a week, afternoon shifts usually and sends remittances to her sister. I really wish she’s go to school but she’s looking for a sugar daddy instead. (She joked once that she wanted me to adopt her…Hmmm maybe she’s a sankiette.) Whatever, she’s fun to hang out with and she’s brings another perspective to everything.

So I danced the night away, mainly with my regulars (Miguel, Jason and a couple of new guys) I had to escape the intoxicated pursuit of one guy from Costa Rica “single in the country for 5 years, working in construction” by that I understand that he’s illegal, has no papers and could be deported at any time. He’s looking for a wife…. Run, girl, run. Sankies are everywhere.

At 2:00 am, Yessy and I headed over to Plaza another club with a younger clientele. Yessy is afterall only 28 years old. We get in for nothing since both clubs are owned by the same man. We dance a bit, my feet are klling me. I head to the restaurant bar downstairs for a cup of tea. Something we often do at the end of a night, while we brush off guys or flirt with them depending on our moods. Along comes one of my Dominican dance partners! “Hi Henry, how are you, haven’t seen you in ages.” He’s been giving me the cold shoulder for months. I danced 6 or 7 songs with him one night (without the knowledge of Dancing Blonde that: “Rule #1: You can’t dance with the same partner for more than one song. It marks you and sends a signal to them that they own you.” Yessy also informed me that “if you let a Latin guy buy you a drink, you’re his… Don’t let them buy you a drink.” Well I let Henry buy me a drink once along time ago… It was after dancing some crazy fast salsa, merengue, bachata at an insanely fast tempo. (Really with a gay brother, I have this incredible gaydar (we use to spot them on Yonge Street and we went through the entire history of Western civilization looking at all the gay guys) Henry will all his “estilo” was coming up as a major dancing queen on my equipment. But he’s very charming and fun to dance with and I could be wrong. He bought the drink. I said “Go dance with your friends Henry, you can’t neglect them” as one woman said “Hi” to him. He said, “No, I’m your man.” (If I knew what I know now about Sankies, a red flag would have gone up.) Along came my friend from Guatemala an older, short, sweaty guy that loves to dance cheek to cheek with me forcing me to wash after dancing with him. I can’t neglect my regulars, so I had to dance with Edgar escaping from Henry. Henry must have been devastated because he left and gave me a sad soulful look as I exited from the bar at the end of the evening.

Well I tried to repair that relationship the following week, never piss off your dance partners or violate their Code of Honour. Things were never the same between Henry and me. So after my trip to the DR I thought I’d chat him up and make him all nostalgic about his patria. He came up to me and mumbled something about being gay and needing a pen to write his phone number down for someone. Then he laughed and said “I’m yoking…” I said, “Henry I don’t care if you’re gay. My brother’s gay… he taught me to dance, how to do my hair, be a girl.” He looked at me hard and studied my eyes and said, “really that’s funny because I have a gay friend and I asked him to help this woman I know, She goes through a new pair of shoes every 2 weeks because she walks like this.” He hunched over and stiffened his arms and legs and did a really good heavy-footed imitation of my highschool Phys Ed teacher “Miss Flagg.” We laughed and I think he might have come out of the closet a little bit for me. But then he said, “so you went to my country… but you don’t like Dominicans!” “Whatttt, who said that?!” He swore that I told him that… remember last winter?! (Dear Reader: you know it’s not true, you’ve seen the list… I’ve been working my way through the Continents.) You had a date… with a guy… you waited for him… you had black pants on…. Then he arrived and a week later you came into El Rancho….phew… the eye makeup you had on… wow it was perfect…Man, you looked amazing… and you met him downstairs in the other club.” That was his proof that I didn’t like Dominicans! And that’s why he gave me a cold shoulder all this time! But damn… I wanted to ask him about the makeup… I wondered if it was the smoky eyes… or part of the Pamela Anderson look I working.

Next time I see him, I’ll buy a drink (if he’s a Sankie he’ll take it) I’ll have to ask him if he worked in Animation… and see if he can recall the exact colour palette because for him to remark on it months later, it had to be effective or he’s really… he should be working at the MAC counter. I’ll let you know if I find out, because like all the great drag queens who love Marilyn, we blondes love to work it.

Besos,

Dr. Blonde

Monday, September 04, 2006

 

Oh no Monday again....

Good morning, it is a beautiful Monday in Paradise. Most of the Blondes are back to work - have to recover from our weekends somewhere.........

Well here is some news for you Bathroom Blogging Blonde's mother really doesn't like her name. So, we will change it. Not sure yet to what, so for now The Nameless Blonde...... So Bathroom Blogging will now belong to Really Tall Blonde.

Want to know why??? Okay I'll tell you. We go out dancing often - no news there. Within 5 minutes of arriving The Blonde formerly knows as Really Tall will head to the bathroom! Let's backtrack just one little minute. First of all we just picked her up at her apartment. Of course, she was late! She was busy doing her hair and makeup. (personal pet pieve - I get my knickers completely in a knot when people are habitually late!) So, she just did her makeup - we arrive - she heads to the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup!!!! Then over the course of the evening, let's say 4 hours, she will return to the bathroom and the mirror at least 6 times!!!! I am pretty sure there is an entire social thing going on in there......LOL

So Nameless is in need of a name. We are accepting suggestions.......

Nameless has a new dance partner lately. Just interesting to note the poor guy also plays Soccer / Football - you know the game without padding and 11 guys on each side running around a field. Friday the poor guy smacked heads with an opponent - the other guys head was harder and our guy ended up with 8 stitches above his eye. As of Sunday it was a lovely purple colour and swollen.

Not to be outdone Nameless promptly wrecked herself too. After fighting with a seatbelt while attempting to exit my poor little car, she managed to inflict damage to her left arm. As of Sunday she has a beautiful and huge purple bruise on her arm. Poor baby. And should I tell you that Nameless is pretty fair skinned so it REALLY shows up.

I of course came up with a completely different version for how those bruises came about. None of which is true but entertaining.

We went down to the Malecon on Saturday and Sunday evenings for a live concert. We arrived Saturday believing it to be a free concert. Nope 100 pesos, more or less $3 US. There were lots of other people milling about debating going in or just upset over the price. Here 100 Pesos is a lot of money to most.

Off we went elsewhere to go dancing. Sunday we went back with a promise of good bands. We only paid 50 Pesos on Sunday. We got there, nice setup with stalls lining both sides of the roadway leading to a huge stage. Okay these stalls sell Brahma beer, Brugal rum and pop to mix. We didn't price the drinks as we were unsure if we would stay. Well the band playing was really really crappy reggaeton. Yuck. Then after much much blah blah blah by the boys on stage they set up for the next band. Oh NOOOOOOOOOO merengue tipico. No thank you.

Us four blondes decided this was not for us. Oh by the way, we were joined by another blonde - The blogging Brit blonde. She will guest blog once in a while.

We headed to La Canita, currently our favourite place. Nameless Blonde has promised an update on the bathroom - yes you heard it here first - they have a new mirror!!!!!

Sunday night is definately party night. The place was hopping. No matter what is happening though - 4 blondes making an entrance causes attention. There were no available tables but that was quickly rectified. We are known for being nice, polite and we tip well - no lack of service for us. A table and 4 chairs was quickly found and placed near the dance floor for us. Thanks boys.....

It was fun dancing last night. Well I had fun anyway. Nameless was worried about her friend who did not join us as he had a mojor headache. The blonde formerly knows as Really Tall just sat in her chair - I think maybe she didn't like her chair or something. Brit Blonde danced a bit but not much - not sure why.

I however worked off all my stress, my excess calories and had fun. My favourite salsa partner was there and we did our thing. So some background. NO he is not my boyfriend, he is my salsa partner, or one of them. He has a girlfriend, well actually more then one.....LOL If one is in town I dont' get to dance with him because (according to him) they are jealous. Whatever.... I just want to dance.

I have to tell you about going to the Soccer / football game. On Sunday afternoon Nameless and I were invited to go watch a game. This takes place near downtown in the Deportivo. They have quite a nice field and bleachers that are partly shaded. We were told the game started at 3pm. Have I explained the concept of Dominican Time yet??? Well here is how it works:

3 pm some players and others hanging around in the bleachers, looks like they had been there for awhile.
3: 05 we arrive
3:15 the person who invited us arrives
3:30 we chat with everyone around us including the organizer (term used very loosely )
3:40 we ask is this game going to start anytime soon? Answer - yes in about 10 minutes. Debate ensues regarding Dominican vs American minutes....
3:55 males in uniform take the field to "warm up" Like that is necessary we are thinking, it is 89 F in the shade.
4:10 they start competitions - guy stuff like who can bounce the ball on their head the longest...........sheeeeeesh
4:12 two guys behind us offer us a drink of straight rum! We decline most graciously. I"d be conked out.
4:25 Looks like they might be done. Now what?
4:40 WOW they game starts!
5:00 the guy who invited us - mister smacked up head - has to go home, he had a massive headache from the heat and cracked head.
5:10 We leave having seen the first 1/2

Apparently there is a really important game on Tuesday night at 5:30. Nameless doesn't get off work till about 6:30 or 6:45 - so we should be right on time!!!

Until next time.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

 

The Blondes out on the town

Last evening (Friday night) the Blondes went out dancing. There was of course me, Dancing Blonde, Bathroom Blogging Blonde and another woman who we will call Really Tall Blonde.

Off we went to La Canita expecting a good evening. I will back up just a bit. Thursday for most and Friday for some, was payday here. This means, of course, people have money. The culture of this country is such that people pretty much live for today and possibly tomorrow but next week is a long way off. SO, on a pay weekend, usually the clubs are hopping.

There was also a live band at the club which will generally attract a bigger crowd. Not so last night. We arrived to find that women had a free entry but the men had to pay 100 pesos, or about $3 US. That is a lot of money especially for a band that was Merengue Tipico. This music is very fast and very loud and is probably the favourite of many locals. For me, it is my least favourite. And it was LOUD......... And I mean LOUD.

There was an overabundance of women and very few men. Not our idea of a good time particularly if you want to dance. I did get a few in but not enough.

After an hour we went off to Terraza Caribe. This is another favourite. It is owned by 2 foreigners, both really nice guys. I really liked it there until about 2 months ago when they changed their DJ and got one I dislike. He had no idea how to blend from one song to the next, played really crappy music and had an annoying habit of playing the same song twice in a row. In some cases they were bad enough the first time let alone the second. This is not an unusual occurance here. A really really popular song will get played twice in a row occasionally. This guy would do it 6, 7, 8 times a night. Puuuuulease. I actually went to talk to him one night: The conversation went something like this:

Me: See the dancefloor?
Him: Yeah
Me: See any people on the dancefloor?
Him: NO
Me: That tell you anything?
Him: NO
Me : Change the music!!!!!!!!

Seriously that is how it went. Rule of thumb in this country: if no one is dancing they hate the music. DOminicans LOVE to dance.

We had a good time at Terraza Caribe, there were people to dance with, talk with and have a good time with. We saw a few people we hadn't seen in a long time too. I am told byt he owner they will make a change in the DJ this week. Yeah..............

High drama while we were there! A woman got bent out of shape because her man was watching another woman dance! Oh heavens........ There was some discussions going on over that one. I guess she is jealous - celoso in spanish....LOL

Tonight we are going to the Malecon. This is the main street on the harbour. There is a free concert for everyone featuring 5 local bands. I LOVE live music. Off we go about 7:30 as the concert starts at 7!!! No we will not be late - NOTHING starts here on time. It will start on Dominican Time....LOL You get used to that after awhile.

Tomorrow I will tell you all about it. Meanwhile we will get a report from Bathroom blonde who has things to share...............LOL

Stay well.

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