Can You Please Hold My Purse?

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

I had been hanging out with a Costa Rican guy for about a month now but it really was just very Wednesday because it was Ladies Night at the local bar in our dusty little village. And that meant lots of Salsa dancing. We used the term “Amigovio.” So this Wednesday I remember walking into Las Brisas, and was on a mission to find my amigovio to dance with. Instead, I saw Spencer at a table with a couple Gringos I didn’t recognize. I went over to their table to say hi and could tell Spencer was trying to set me up with one of the guys because he was from California, too. And I wanted NOTHING to do with anyone from the States. So I quickly halted that conversation as I saw my Amigovio walk in the door. I turned to Spencer and asked him to hold my purse while I danced. I’m not sure how he felt about that as I quickly ran off.