Thursday, July 12, 2007

I got the name of the club wrong in my previous post. It was actually Christine's Disco tech and it's supposed to be one of Mexico's premier hot spots where the high and lofty of Mexico rub elbows with the Joe schmoes. Whatever the name, the club sucked! I'm not much of a club person myself, but Laurie wanted to dance so I agreed to go. Sending her alone wasn't an option. A group from the hotel met in the lobby at 11pm so we could all go to the club together. The fee was $35 bucks and included entrance to the club and an open bar. (It's a really dumb idea for someone who barely drinks to pay for an open bar, but again Laurie wanted to dance and it was her vacation too.) We get to the club and no one is on the dance floor. So we wait and wait and wait. At midnight there was a huge laser/pyrotechnic display that scared the crap out of both of us. No one had bothered to warn us that it would seem like the building was going to explode. Then the music started and the dance floor was packed within seconds. Laurie and I made our way down and started dancing or at least I attempted to dance. The music was Mexican techno and was so loud I couldn't hear myself think. We danced and laughed and danced some more. Occasionally freezing cold air would pour down from the ceiling which was a nice relief. All the while we are waiting for some American music which we had asked several people if they played and everyone told us yes. It never came. Two boys who were just barely old enough to be in the place asked us to dance. Reluctantly I agreed. (The things I'll do for my sister-in-law.) The guy I danced with was named Douglas. He had a head full of curly hair and braces and was completely wasted. When I told him how old I was he stepped back in astonishment. :) He kept telling me I didn't need to be close to my friend and asking me if I wanted a drink of whatever he was having. Obviously I declined the drink and pushed even closer to Laurie. He turned out to be harmless, but it's always better safe than sorry. After an hour of dancing Laurie and I were tired so we returned to the area our group was sitting. Laurie complained that there was no American music so one of the guys from our hotel took her to talk to the DJ. She told him his music sucked and asked him to play American music. He said he couldn't because the crowd was mostly Mexican. He did squeeze in one American song. (gee thanks!) We hung around for a little while longer, but it really wasn't our kind of fun. There were two married women making out with two of the local boys who were the same age as their kids. The men continually flirted with us and tried to grope us. One even tried to give me a lap dance. (Don't laugh too hard Aola!) I'm sure that my face was every shade of red possible. I just kept thinking, "Please get me out of here!". Finally, at 2:30 in the morning we decided to leave. We returned to our hotel with the above mentioned women and decided to go for a swim. The water was warm and it was nice to only hear the waves of the ocean behind us and no loud crazy Mexican techno. A security guard tried to kick us out of the pool but changed his mind and told us we could stay as long as we were very quiet so we were. Around four in the morning it started to rain. It was amazing to see the heat lighting and hear the thunder all while relaxing in the pool. The rain cooled us down a little too much so we hopped out of the pool and ran back to our room where I took a nice warm shower and hit the sack.

6 comments:

McMom said...

Sounds like a fun adventure!!

aola said...

no wonder I've been praying for your safety every night ...

you wild woman, you!!

Sandra said...

Haha A! I was praying for our safety too. :) Really, I never felt unsafe so your prayers worked! Thank you! :)

aola said...

so.. I tried today to find a recipe for sexy coffee - no luck. You think you can guess close enough to what's in it so I can make it?

Anonymous said...

Holy crap, Sandy. I never knew that you were such a party girl!!! You're Mexican adventure was much more...wild...than mine. In fact, you're Mexican adventure was much more wild than my whole trip across the US...no drinking, except wine at Kris' house, and no lap dances. I guess I need to hang out with you more...!!!!! But, anyway, enough joking...I'm glad you had a great time and got some good stories out of it. That's the best mark of a vacation...how many stories you come back with!
-Jen

Sandra said...

Ha Ha Ha Jen! If you only knew how uncomfortable I was the entire time we were at that club! It was my first "club'n" experience and probably my last. I'm just not that kind of person at all. Take me to a small bar with very few people that plays some good music and I'm happy, but a mexican tecno club with too many people with too few morals and I'm totally out of my comfort zone. It did make for a good story and is something I can look back on and laugh about so I guess it ended well. I heard that Carlos O'Brien's is the best club in P.V. If I ever go back, I'm going there. I'll take you with me. :)