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I asked a guy named George, a manager at the club, to tell me about the dances. “Oh, we’ve been doing them here for five or six years. Bachata originated in the Dominican Republic. I’m not sure how long it’s been around.”

When Jac went down to hand out the prize, a circle formed around her. Couples took their turns, each with less than a minute. It seemed to be a mix between a tango and dirty dancing. I asked Jac if it would be hard to pick a winner. She told me that they go by applause, which was easy to tell for the couple that won.

The music was turned back up. I could feel the throbbing bass in my stomach and at the tip of my nose.

I joked with Jac as I was leaving, “It’s smart of your boss to sponsor this thing. With people drinking...there’s the possibility of getting some DUI clients out of this.”

She said, “With all the food people are eating, most of the people here aren’t driving out drunk. That happens more at clubs when people are drinking all night and they haven’t eaten in eight hours.”

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Josh Board June 20, 2008 @ 1:43 a.m.

Hahaha. Well, you got to experience a club, without waiting in line and dealing with an annoying bouncer and a dress code. And, hanging with bikers without getting sunburned. Did ya notice in that video, I was going for the shakey, Cloverfield dizziness vibe? Yikes. Barbarellas videos put mine to shame.

Oh well.

I'll just keep going for girls in bikinis. That'll be my ace in the hole.


NachoDaddy June 19, 2008 @ 8:36 p.m.

Congratulations on writing about bikinis. Ten years of parties, and you finally found a bikini. You must be stoked. Best of luck finding more bikini parties. There's a whole new meaning to the term V-log.


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