January 25, Friday, Day One: Nuevo Senorial "Around the outside of the room other beautiful women wearing little or nothing at all flitted between the infatuated, intoxicated men, sometimes luring them away for a private dance.
The men would follow obediently, weighed down by lust and credit cards. Ronald, The Zombie Room. Its much, much nicer than the shower in my apartment. Mine has no hot water, or hot strippers in it. The selection of food, the quality of it, and the service are amazing. It was the way they would, out of the blue, surprise you with the psychic ability to know what you needed.
Full journalistic disclosure right up front. I sometimes work for Vampiz. Usually barking on the corner drumming up business, occasionally as a DJ though I still play too much weirder American music for the managements tastes , and have an upcoming gig rewiring their sound system in the hopes that every guest DJ they bring in after me doesn't fuck up the entire thing in short order.
So I didn't have to spend what little savings I had left on hotel rooms. They also invited me to their home for Chirstmas dinner, having known me at that point for less than six hours.
The memory of that meal and the welcoming atmosphere I felt from them, their friends, and families won't effect my objectivity, despite it being one of the best home cooked meals I've had in years. It was honestly one of the best Christmases I've had in ages. They are in my humble, informed opinion, good people. Not pictured were the excellent homemade tamales.
