An Evening of Salsa Dancing, a Singing Cuban Perv, and a Delicious AB

Tonight Sarah had invited me to some sort of salsa music event with her and Emmanuel. Details were sketchy, mostly because she too did not know entirely what to expect, but I said count me in. I dressed up, mostly because it's been a while since I've been dressed up, in a black dress and full makeup. We went to a venue called The Gov, which is a nice bar/club type of place with a stage and a substantial dance floor. After introductions, we ended up sitting around listening to prerecorded salsa music from the DJ and watch the people in the bar dance. And this wasn't like usual dancing in a bar. Most people were dancing, and they were all good, like some choreographed scene from a movie where everyone knows all the words to the song and moves to the dance. I am pretty sure some of the people were paid by the bar to dance, and others were probably dance groups that had decided to meet there. But it was quite a mind blowing spectacle, considering most times you see dancing in bars it is either grinding or some other non-skilled performance.
One of the more spirited and inspiring dancers of the evening was a lone man in a bad sweater who danced by himself the whole time. Instead of salsa, he performed a more free form dance, sometimes taking his sweater off as part of the dance or running his hands through his hair. It was endless entertainment for us.

Several hours into the evening, Alison, the birthday girl in our group, and some of her friends finally convinced Sarah, Emmanuel, and I to dance, which was fun. Photographic evidence below.

The band finally showed up around 10:30, two and a half hours after we arrived. The immediate reaction to the lead singer's appearance was that he was a skeeze. He looked like a bad Cuban Elvis Impersonator, except with spiked hair. He spoke Spanish the whole time and his translator only translated about 1 of every 5 sentences, leaving gaps in our understanding of what exactly was going on. He started singing, and it was immediately obvious that this song would not be enjoyable without the help of the horns and bongo drums. This guy really had no real talent as a singer. It was almost shocking.

In his second song, he asked 4 girls to come up. 2 girls from our group, one Alison, volunteered to go onstage. At first, they just danced as he sang. Then it became obvious they would become a more central part of the performance. He encouraged each girl to dance as he grinded on them. We screamed and laughed in horror for our friends caught on stage by the Cuban perv. After thoroughly subjecting each girl to his nastiness, they were permitted to leave the stage, with his CD as a gift.

Sarah, Emmanuel, and I left shortly after that. We decided the only thing that could help us recover from what we had seen was an AB! Devotees of my blog from last trip will remember an AB is a native delicacy of Adelaide. It consists of french fries, topped with sauteed bits of lamb, then drizzled with BBQ sauce, garlic sauce, and ketchup. It looks and sounds disgusting, but oh, it is not.

THE AB

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You really cannot understand an AB without tasting it. I will admit, it is not the prettiest of Aussie food, but it sure is tasty!