Mar 29, 2009, 6:14 PM
Post #16 of 17
Ay ya yai, caramba, o mejor, me gustan los chistes tan sabrosos! In the brief aforementioned story on this thread, I left out what happened when the second Sangria was ordered and half way through it. By then my spirits were lifting and two young men with a nice looking familiar gal came into the lounge and sat directly to my right front on another table.
While sipping and kind of looking at this group in front of me, the perpetual Alzheimer fog started to lift and what emerged was the night before in the most unique place ever, I for one, never would have expected to find in the USA, much less Zacatecas. La Mina, if you’ve been there you’d be hard pressed not to remember. The guy sitting on the right side of the table was a medium complexion Mexican, stout and the girl to his left was the girl he had smoking the dance floor the night before at La Mina.
La Mina in Spanish means The Mine, literally. When we heard in Zacatecas, La Mina was “the hot spot” for dancing, cocktails and more, the more part, for sure, is what most would find exciting, intriguing and fun. We got there about eleven p.m., which in Mexico, is the about the earliest hour one goes nightclubbing into the wee hours of the morning.
What was really weird, off beat and really exciting was the entrance to La Mina. After parking, we walked up to the mine’s converted 4 seated mine buckets connected together on rails which was motorized up front by a small train engine. We were off, and into this seemingly forever ride into this cave/tunnel which years before had been bored into the mountain by early minors. All kinds of weird stuff goes through one’s mind, not knowing what to expect at the end of this ominous, strange place to go where one goes to boogie for the night…
The complexion of the ride changed a bit as apparently the music started and yes, the music was hot! The crescendo and it’s beat lifted expectations, but then one says to themselves, sheeez, we’re in a cave, a dark forbidding, spooky cave where possibly bats dwell, what are these people thinking…?
The music got loader as we approached where a porter dressed like a hip-hopper tended to the carts door with a buen venidos followed by a smile. The mouth of La Mina opened up into a large cavern with mood lights strategically placed to make it more of a place out of this world. The haunt and the beat grooved a place inside that began kick-starting a shake that booty feeling as you walked toward even more mood lights, caverns and bodies undulating with an appetite for more…
Waitresses where hopping tables serving cocktails to those whose smoking feet needed something to cool them. The music, the forbidden, the unknown atmosphere seized an eerie moment inside until the pounding of your heart starts feeling what your feet want to do. Getting out on the dance floor was like popping a Champaign cork and the release spews when you start moving, grooving and shaking that booty….
Back a Sanbourns, well into our second Sangria, the guy sitting across from me lifted his glass with a toothy smile as if to toast and greet us and said, me gusta el stylo que ustedes bailan. ¿Cuál es el nombre de ese estilo? I explained, its called West Coast Swing, and he said, me gusto mucho and lifted his glass again with a smile.
He was a Zacatecas native who was no slouch on the dance floor himself. Of most dancing, he danced almost every dance and just watching this guy at my capitulating age, he was a winner. I really liked Zacatecas and if you’re ever feeling your oats, a nice cocktail, or just young at heart, don’t miss La Mina!
(This post was edited by Oscar2 on Mar 29, 2009, 6:23 PM)