Sabor Intelectual

And what else do you live in Miami for but to dance salsa and reggaeton from time to time (no exaggerations pliz). On Friday after work the party is at La Covacha.

The incredibly cheap Happy Hour of $1 beers and two for one drinks from 5-8 p.m. makes it worth the drive to Doral. We got to mingle with la creme de la societe Colombo-Venezuelan, older men with whisky bottles and hot Hispanic gals with perfectly straighten hair who did not get the memo that Brazilian jeans and belly-bottom t-shirts have been out--for a while.

But, I think about it as a cultural encounter, experiencing my fellow Miamians, $1 beers, friends and reggaeton made it all worth it. Of course after 8 p.m. there is no much reason for being there. Which is why we jumped on my convertible, picked up a 12 of Presidente, (to continue in the Hispanic spirit) and drove over to our intellectual friends' house in Fointain Bleu Blvd, who were having one of their traditional Friday Intellectual Dinner Party.

Even The Reggaeton Dancing Queen needs a physical break!

There were mostly FIU students, FIU allumni and FIU professors (IR, philosophy, psychology, sociology, journalism: the whole humanities package). The whole thing started very well. Marxism, philosophy, Sarah Palin, the role of women, Judaism, In The Name of The Rose, conspiracy theories, activism, journalism and all of the ism, when all of the sudden a bottle fo a delicious Chilean Pisco appeared. It came flying it seemed to me and someone had the great idea of having the whole party take shots and shots.

And there went the conversations because there went coherence too, and came again the reggaeton, rancheras, merengue, salsa...and more, but I can't remember. Damn Delicious Chilean Pisco.

Well, this weekened comes The Gallery Night again, the first weekend after the summer break that many galleries took, so it should be a good one. See y'all there.