No great thrills but the night out still beats staying home

It was not a good idea to go out yesterday night. I had my doubts ever since my friend Jorge jumped to the offer to go out and we agreed to meet in Antigua. The thing about Antigua is that there is no dancing and as I was going there, I thought maybe a different course might be in place. So starting early in the day, I had already my doubts and taking the subway with a can of orange juice and vodka was not quite the nirvana I had envisioned. I reprimanded myself for having this selfish outlook but what I really wanted to do was go all out and wild. So I suggested lightly that we could go to Kaña. At the beginning, Jorge effortlessly rejected the idea because after all it’s the city and not around his neighborhood like Antigua is. These friends of mine having cars and being subjected to the same venues! I take the 4 from the Bronx into the city and still I’m not sure which is the fastest way to get to 82nd street and Roosevelt in Queens. I transfer at 59th and take whatever happens to pass by first between the R and the N trains hoping it’s the latter that does so first. But on massive transportation, you don’t get to choose.
In Antigua, I was growing wary of the same scenario. I was careful not to sound pushy about leaving but Jorge had reassured me that as soon as his father in law and his son in law came back with his car we will leave. Michael called and said that he would show up in a half hour. Which he did and then we left. Sad to say that at that moment, Antigua was looking better than when we first arrived. They were charging at the entrance. There was going to be a band performing later on.

We got to the city in no time. Michael drove us there in his car. We spoke of politics in the same deli on the corner as we drank our beer. That was, I believe, the most fun of it. Kaña is in its decadence. A shadow of its former self. The 15 dollar cover charge for men and women alike has gradually killed the party. At least the girls should be allowed in for free. Or they could have them pay ten dollars instead of fifteen and, in order to make up the difference, make the gentlemen pay twenty. Wherever there are girls, there is business. But at the door of that particular establishment there is only greed. We stayed there in astonishment as we saw that if there were three good looking girls they were already taken. But there weren’t. We did, however, had fun. Michael was wasteful of his resources as usual inviting these three girls (one of which I spent a portion of the night dancing with) and in the end giving the wrong digits to call him. I don’t get where he pretends to go with this plan. Mine was very simple: make the most of it, have a blast, celebrate the company of your friends, and if the place is not so great and you already had tried another place, well, there will always be another time. No great thrills but the night out still beats staying home.