Amerika might be one of those places that Frommer's ruined: a spaceship-themed haven for gays and transvestites alike. Electronica pulses from the DJ's tower. Balconies make for great people watching, but straight boys prey on unsuspecting girls. For example: Hernan who works in Galerias Pacificos and claims he has never met a girl from north of the equator and can't he get just one little kiss? The place looks like it might've been cool when it first opened, but time is not on its side. So maybe I don't blame Frommer's. Blame gimmicks and trends. And transvestites who haven't fully transformed (perhaps they are waiting three more years for their insurance-covered elective cosmetic surgery.) They still look rough around the edges. Too much jaw; big noses. The crowd was a little shabby, but consider the location. We danced inside a hollow glass spaceship, and Jenny laughed as I imitated Argentine dance moves.
Keep your arms low but your feet always moving. Bounce around, now kind of let your head flop with the beat. Good. There you go, you've got it. And then sometimes you kind of walk in place. Very nice... I looked like a spazz, but I'm pretty sure everyone else upstairs was drugged out. Every now and then we'd see a girl and play the "Transvestite or Not" game. I always felt bad for the ones who looked like transvestites but were probably natural-born girls. the visit to the bathroom was a trip: washing my hands between two primping transvestites. Maybe if they were prettier they wouldn't have scowled at me as much. But I think they were jealous. I paid less for my hair. And boobs.
Amerika might be one of those places that Frommer's ruined: a spaceship-themed haven for gays and transvestites alike. Electronica pulses from the DJ's tower. Balconies make for great people watching, but straight boys prey on unsuspecting girls. For example: Hernan who works in Galerias Pacificos and claims he has never met a girl from north of the equator and can't he get just one little kiss? The place looks like it might've been cool when it first opened, but time is not on its side. So maybe I don't blame Frommer's. Blame gimmicks and trends. And transvestites who haven't fully transformed (perhaps they are waiting three more years for their insurance-covered elective cosmetic surgery.) They still look rough around the edges. Too much jaw; big noses. The crowd was a little shabby, but consider the location. We danced inside a hollow glass spaceship, and Jenny laughed as I imitated Argentine dance moves.
Keep your arms low but your feet always moving. Bounce around, now kind of let your head flop with the beat. Good. There you go, you've got it. And then sometimes you kind of walk in place. Very nice... I looked like a spazz, but I'm pretty sure everyone else upstairs was drugged out. Every now and then we'd see a girl and play the "Transvestite or Not" game. I always felt bad for the ones who looked like transvestites but were probably natural-born girls. the visit to the bathroom was a trip: washing my hands between two primping transvestites. Maybe if they were prettier they wouldn't have scowled at me as much. But I think they were jealous. I paid less for my hair. And boobs.
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