Babes at Bach Bar
Estelle, Sophie, and I go to one of the most lesbian schools in the entire world. So sometimes we have the urge to throw off the yoke of our male oppressors and go find something familiar. So where did we go? Bach Bar (Cabrera 4390).
Our night began at 00:00 at Freddo, a chain ice cream restaurant. We ordered cucuruchos (cones) loaded with ice cream, which we then proceeded to eat out side. In the middle of winter. Ice cream. It was very cold. Anyway, Estelle nearly passed out for lack of sleep (for reasons mentioned in the previous post) so Sophie and I went to Bach Bar together.
When we got there, a few straight men were trying to get in. The security guards wouldn’t let them in at first, saying “this place is for the ladies,” but eventually relented. Sophie and I then waited for about 20 minutes to be let in as the line got longer and longer, winding around the corner.
Sophie and I got in eventually, checked our coats, bought some beer, and began dancing. We had been dancing for about an hour when a woman and her friend came up and began dancing with us and you know what- the women are just as aggressive as the men. The woman I danced with was a persistent chamucherra (sweet talker) who tried to tell me how cute I was every other second. I am just learning how the straight dating/sex culture works here, so I’m completely lost when it comes to the gay/lesbian scene.
We left the bar around 6. Got home around 7. A little bit early, given some of my nights.
Also, if anyone calls me “antiojos” or “glasses” again, I will brutally murder them. It seems to happen at least once a night when I go out.
