Then 2 big fat Germans came in, she in plimsoles and enormous white jeans followed by 2 Ecuadorians with combative scowls and about 5 teeth between them. However he was a toe tapper and she a clapper after a few double scotches.
A beautiful Brazilian girl came in with her boyfriend, her dress pulled seductively down her arm - after the 2nd bottle of wine, she unpinned her hair and let her long, dark mane shake free as she swayed side to side, eyes closed, dress creeping up her thighs which was doing no good at all for the heart condition of the very elderly 'porteno' gent in a pinstripe suit with Salvador Dali moustache and black and whit dancing shoes. He sat alone at his own table and was obviously a regular, ice clinking in his whisky tumbler as his hands shook, captivated by th Brazilian - his eyes never left her.
The singer walked in, an old 'Lola' type, a bit long-in-the-tooth, slinkily dressed and belted out some old tango heartache tunes, mindfulnot to try to hit the top notes.
The performing tango couple graciously asked if anyone wanted to dance. Well, Miss Brazil almost leapt across the table to grab the male dancer but she was beaten by Frau Munchen who, at twice the male dancer's size, won the day. What a spectacle - he was dancing in a strangely 'arms-length-away' fashion and with her back to us, he disappeared altogether.
This merry assembly of nocturnal bon viveurs carried on 'til 3am but we slipped away with "muchissimas gracias". The level of talent had been low but the hilarity factor very high.
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