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A few weeks ago my Honors Spanish class and the other 8th grade Spanish exploritory classes went on a field trip to a little Spanish market and then to see a Spanish performance. We left school at about 8:45, and then drove to the little market. We got churros and free soda while we were there. And they were some damn good churros too. Not too greasy, not to dry. The perfect churro. Then we drove to the Jewish Community Center to see the performance, you know because that's the obvious place for Hispanic people to hang out.
Then when the play started, three fairly ugly women with sunken cheeks and an even uglier man were on stage. They then proceeded to dance. For-fucking-ever. Probably for about ten minutes. Then an old white-haired man came out and played classical guitar for a bit. Actually not for a bit. He too played for an insanely long time. and then the dancers came back out. and then the guitar man came back out, except this time with a guy who looked like Keith Urban and Fabio's love child. And he looked like a total sleeze. So fast forward about an hour to the end of the show, because trust me nothing worth hearing happened in the interum. So then they start pulling people onto stage to do the macuerana. At which point, my Spanish teacher leans over to me and says, "You know, the macuerana actually refers to a girl who is behaving like a slut." Which caught me COMPLETELY off gaurd. Because not only did she tell me that, but she actually used the word, "slut," without hesitation. And then the sleeze man started introducing peolpe. and when he introduce him self, he did a little dance that so conveniently accented his ass, and then, he started lifting up his shirt. It was really kind of disgusting; I wasn't even laughing at it. It was just creepy. There's a very thin line between funny and creepy, and he had crossed it by a mile.
And then there was the other guy, who wore several stretchy jumpsuits that left NOTHING to the imagination. Which is something I don't really want to play over again in my mind. But I am, just for the enjoyment of the readers. So be appreciative of my courage.