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May 6, 2004

Dances in Bars

Filed under: Sea Stories — mlah @ 8:45 pm

Andrea in pub Schooners

i’ve related many stories about my doings in spain. i’m sure there are many more to come.

a little story about a girl named tina. i think her name was actually christina, but she just went by plain ole tina.

gorgeous little gypsy girl. she used to work in a bar in ‘Rota’, where i was stationed. twice. for all i know, she still works in bar “led zeppelin’s”. i bet not though.

tina could dance the sevillana better than anyone i’ve ever seen.

my drinking buddy mark and i used to frequent one of the quieter and more laid back bars in rota known as ‘schooners’

that was it’s formal name. most people refered to it as the ‘old irish bar’.

people who weren’t in the know called it that. my first tour. it was ‘the german bar’.

yeah, we had a way of renaming anything with an american nickname. like for instance, there was ‘big coffee’, ‘irish bar’, ‘safe irish bar’, ‘german bar’ and many more. but i digress.

the german bar moved, and two irish guys set up a new operation in its stead. pub o’gradys became one of the hottest spots in rota. in fact, they kind of ran the german bar out of business.

so then they moved into the ‘new german bar’, which became the new irish bar. and the old german bar / old irish bar, became schooners.

not many people stopped in that often anymore. which is kind of why mark and i liked it. no crazy seaman, or marines pissing in the street. or in the bar.

Andy and Mark

schooners had this cool cool girl working behind the bar named andrea. who was tina’s best friend. at least at the time.

one night mark and i were in there pleasantly liquored up on jaegermeister. somebody bought the whole bottle and was passing it around, and mark and i are not the types to pass up a free shot or five.

it so happened that tina was in the bar this night, wearing the skin tight beige polyester pants that all the spanish girls were wearing at the time. she looked good too. kind of unobtrusive. over in the corner, having a drink and chatting.

meanwhile, these drunk american girls were all trying to do the sevillana. andrea was teaching. a little.

so she had the sevillana music blaring. over and over.

mark and i were enjoying watching these drunk girls try to dance. and feeding them more jaeger, of course.

they finally got tired and quit after like a half hour of sevillana-ing. and gave it up.

for a moment, there was no dancing, and little petite tina, got off her bar stool and did the sevillana.

for the next 3 minutes, every single person in the room stopped and stared at her, jaws on the floor.

then she sat down like nothing had happened.

now. andrea, mark, and myself were in the habit of giving indian names to people. we liked to call some of the more undesirable customers by names like

‘face like butt’ or, ‘barf like fly’.

we named her ‘dances in bars’. it was one of the few decent names we gave out. mark and i both new that we would and will remember that little dance forever. i know that as soon as he reads the title to this entry he will see her dancing in his minds eye. and smile.

redsugar posted a couple of songs for cinco de mayo that took me back to that little whole in the wall for some reason.

she’s still dancing……..

9 Comments »

  1. Aww, suki suki!

    Madame Butterfly

    Comment by Madame Butterfly — May 6, 2004 @ 9:44 pm

  2. Sehr interesant, I’ll bet you don’t have any video of her in stock. She’s an attractive bit of a girl, or is it lassie? I learn more and more about you from the blog. Keep it up! Sounds like Madame B spent a little time in the Orient. One of my favorite songs comes from the opera by her name. Puccini, wrote it about 100 years before the US Navy Was occupying Japan. Savagemod99

    Comment by dad — May 7, 2004 @ 12:00 am

  3. What’s up Dave !? Finally checking out your site. My, my. You’re all growns up! Kickin ass and drivin a flash car. Dude!

    I am heading to Bmore in about a week for a job, a house, a woman… pretty much the whole life package.

    Will hopefully be seeing you and Scoob for the festival…?

    JP

    Comment by JP — May 7, 2004 @ 7:40 am

  4. wow, calico reads my site!

    this will be the 5th year at the festival for us. will be hanginf out in the second tier as usual.

    yeah, give me and scooby a ring, we’ll have to hit fells, or canton.

    Comment by mlah — May 7, 2004 @ 7:48 am

  5. Dear Cooks Like A Mexican,

    I bought the bottle dumbass, and that was not only one of the greatest nights I’ve had in Spain, but to this day, it’s one of the greatest nights I’ve ever had period. You didn’t convey the seriousness of what Dances In Bars did. You have to explain to folks that Sevillana isn’t just a dance, in the way say the Hustle is a dance. Sevillana is a way for people – women – to express themselves, like the blues, or a poem by Neruda or Ginsburg. Dances In Bars tapped and pounded and clapped and slapped what looked like a year’s worth of frustration and anger and lust and fear and happiness out of her body in the space of what seemed like hours, but was, as you’ve reported, just a few minutes.

    To put it simply, she rocked.

    After it was over Andi said it all – “Fuck. That was hot.”

    And why am I wearing a tie and what other pics do you have?

    Comment by Mark — May 7, 2004 @ 7:50 pm

  6. i think that flower pic may be in order.

    Comment by mlah — May 7, 2004 @ 9:50 pm

  7. I think a steak dinner and a lap-dance could be sent your way in order to keep the flower picture off the net.

    Comment by Mark — May 9, 2004 @ 10:51 am

  8. Now, we must see the flower pic.

    Comment by og — May 10, 2004 @ 6:39 pm

  9. I remember this girl…this pic was taken at the Irish pub wasn’t it? I still remember the night I got sick in the Irish pub…too much Jaegermiester…ahh, the memories of Spain…

    Comment by Melissa — May 21, 2004 @ 10:42 pm

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