Mitzy-wow, looks great-still at the Tropical Bar?
Anyone seen her working recently? I think she just moved up my list. Cute.
[QUOTE=TheCane;1604048]Ah yes! The Tropical Bar! Now here was a place that I liked even more than the HK Club. Not that Tropical Bar has more or even as many hot girls as HK Club does. It doesn't. Adelita has more. But what TB lacks in sheer numbers, it more than makes up for with cute, inexperienced girls in a more laid back environment with the right "attitude". I mean, when I really wanted to relax in a decent club TB was my choice. I could go in there and order whatever it was that I wanted to drink, and they were always running two for ones day and night (at least when I was there anyway). With my two drinks in hand, the meseros pretty much left me alone to sit back and enjoy the party.
So, I was hanging in there one evening around 10 and was about to split to go to another part of La Zona when what do I see but two hot girls come walking out of the dressing room area. They were being escorted by a mesero who took them right to a table occupied by two Asian guys...[/QUOTE]
Dante Does Tijuana: TB Day 2
After a lovely romp with Yadira from HK (see associated report), I loitered around HK drinking my first beer of the morning. At that early hour, there was way too many meseros and way too few chicas. I decided to head over to see what Tropical Bar looked like. I'll tell you what it looked like. Dead is what. I mean, I'm the only one in the bar dead. Perfect for my needs. Quiet, 2 for 1 cheap beer, and a place I could just chill at. A mesero came round and I got a table in the back. Me, my phone, my cigs, my beer. What could be better? Well, my mesero said this new, young thing getting ready in the back would be the icing on the cake. Sure. Why not, dude.
Out she comes. Young, toned body, great ass, natural long black hair, and a shy smile. Ok, this looks promising! We get acquainted, and she says her name is Sandy. I agree to buy her one ficha, and we move to what I hope to be the handsy part of the meet and greet. Nada, amigos. She's ice cold and didn't want to be there. We went back and forth chit chatting as best as possible since she didn't speak a lick of English and my Espanol sounds like mildly retarded monkey babble. After she finishes her ficha at a medium pace, and the mesero magically appears with another for her and is a second away from popping the top when I catch his hand, "No quiero, amigo. No dos," babbles the retarded monkey. He gets my drift as does Sandy, who gives me a kiss-kiss on the cheek, which I reciprocate and departs.
I talk to him again about five minutes later, and he apologizes and I accept. He enthusiastically offers to do some lines with him, or get some crystal. Seriously, dude? I extol the virtues of a drug free life to him, and HE admits that he lived in San Diego for six years before HE was deported back to Mexico because of drugs. Obviously, he's not a fast learner. I finish my beer and bid him adieu to return to my temporary abode at Cascadas for a siesta.
Lessons learned:
TB is a great daytime chill spot.
My monkey babble espanol needs serious work.
Don't do drugs.