The final day of the San Rafael celebration started with a long perenegracione on the beach road, to the Church.
many of the kids wandered back and forth
between their parents in the church and the ice cream guy.
Plus, in the past I've been to a bunch of parties with bands and people dancing and celebrating other events here in town. I love watching people dance, expecially married couples I have never seen even talking together before. But this dance was a novelty. Something very different, at least for me.
It even started out differently than usual. For one thing, this was the first dance I've been to in Chacala with a live band (good enough) and a decent lighting system. And the sound level was almost bearable, but easily heard all over town until 2:30am on the school night.
By the time I left at about 1am, there were about 400 people there. Sitting around white plastic tables in white plastic chairs provided by the beer distributer. Sometimes the tables and chairs are provided by Coke, but this time with was the beer company. The early part of the evening was the crowning of the Princess, who was Jessica this year.The kids did a dancing and a tumbling exhibition and wowed the crowd. Bad lighting and an imcompetent photographer resulted in almost no good shots of the event.The little girls in pink were part of large group of dancers who were practicing all week. I don't know if I missed their show or if it didn't happen. There were alot of kids and babies, young mom's with infants, and young adults and older couples, single guys, and me.But the highlight of the evening was the intermission show. A torch-singer transvestite. With the comedic relief of another, smaller, man, also dressed as a woman (kind of like a country-western singer gone bad). The second guy, apparently drunk out of his mind, was kind of the groupie in the act. The actual singer did three songs, each with a different long wig. And ugly, slinky dresses. She was lip-synching, and after the first song on the stage, she went into the audience and tried to sit on men's laps.
Apparently this person, the singer, did some shows during Easter Week, but somehow I missed that event. Everyone at the dance except me seemed to know that was coming, I think. I have the impression transvestites are called something like "Juko's", but I may have gotten that wrong.
The women in this audience mostly seemed to love the show, and maybe half the men seemed to be enjoying themselves.. The other half were scared to death "she" was going to try to sit on their laps and they would have to defend their manhood (s). Jessica's father, who was drunk out of his mind all night, tried to beat the singer up. But was restrained.
Generally, a very entertaining show, and not what I espected in Chacala. There is a small group of three transvestites who hang around Chacala, one from Zualcupan, and one from L.V., plus Chelo, whose aunt (?) owns one of the restaurants in Chacala. It was quite a night. The stumbling-around little guy was so wasted he could hardly stand up, but he was kind of sweet. He's the guy who lives in an apartment at the collectivo stop in L.V.
Chilango, formerly and currently of Delphin's, and Leo of Koko Bongo's, were very gracious the first time she came around to lap-sit, but the second time Leo was prepared and flashed his lighter at her wig, and she quickly retreated. Quite a night. Chacala always surprises me, and tonight was a good example of that. I was glad to see how friendly and welcoming the audience was.
I love all the kids and babies and young adults and young married with babies, and grandparents and aunties. There always seeme to be someone to hold the babies while their parents dance.
Polo's Taco Restaurant on the beach road.
and Jessica, the new Princess, is playing on the playground
with the 4th,5th, and 6th graders. She is the second from the right
I actually hate the Princess thing. The girls or their families put little decorated shoe boxes in all the stores, and you vote with money. I don't know if it's a fund raiser or not. Being special because you were lucky of enough to be born pretty doesn't seem like a great idea to me. But, then, if I had been one of the beautiful ones, maybe I would feel differently about the whole subject.