On Sunday night, I got my drink on at Ripples, at their weekly Beer Bust. I scoffed at the $6 cover charge, but when I was told that they were serving booze on the cheap (well vodka for $3) , I quieted down.
The place was packed. Who knew that people actually went out on a school night? It was Latino night, which made my BFF very happy. What made him even happier, and a little lighter in the wallet, was the Go-Go-Papi-Chulo below.
This not-so-tiny dancer knew just how to work the crowd and was making his money fast. At one point during the ogle fest, this sweaty, crazy-looking drunk stood in front of the dancer and started to do some weird interpretative dance/body spasm/yoga moves, which blocked our view of the dancer (who, at this point, was lying on his back, thrusting his hips into the air like he was humping a ghost).
This cock blocker made my BFF very angry. I believe that he shouted something along the lines of: "Get Gollum off the floor!!"
I knew that I had seen this dancer before, but couldn't remember where until this morning. I just forwarded the above pic to my friend. Something tells me that my BFF will be asking me to go with him to Club Cobra very soon.