About that hospitality...

Last night was loads of fun.

When Javier got home from work around ten o`clock, we took a short taxi ride over to a cool little part of town, ate a quick dinner, and met up at a bar with a few girlfriends of his.

The bar had a great atmosphere--with an inviting ambience, great music, and two-for-one specials on all Colombian beers and liquors. When we arrived, Javiers friends were already sitting around a table polishing off a bottle of Aguardiente, the national liquor here in Colombia. Apparently, bottles of such liquor also fell under the two-for-one special, so Javier and I purchased two bottles of Aguardiente (for the equivalent of about $25 USD total) and we began to kick things off.

We were all having a great time, drinking, chatting it up, and laughing about how I didn`t understand every third word they were saying.

After a half bottle of liquor, I was sufficiently lubed up to drag one of the girls out on the dance floor and practice my salsa moves.

Then, after we polished off both bottles, things got interesting.

(I know that in nearly every post Ive used the line "things got interesting," but it always seems to be an appropriate segway given the circumstance.)

One of the women at the table was celebrating her 39th birthday, and to say the least she was fairly liquored up.

She was practically defining the phrase "dance as if no one is watching."

But then I was watching.

Because she was dancing on my lap.

What a riot! Everyone at the table, including myself, was rolling on the floor nearly dying of laughter. Except for my private dancer, that is, who was keeping fairly concentrated on the task at hand.

And she was like the energizer bunny.

Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes--after my cheeks were more than sufficiently reddened with embarrassment--she gave me my lap back.

Then, she leaned foward, smiled, and said, "Sin pagar. Bienvenidos a Colombia."

No charge. Welcome to Colombia.