I woke up at 9:15 without the aid of an alarm. Five hours sleep, although not nearly enough, has been the most I've gotten since Tuesday night. I will take it.
I uploaded the pictures of Kimi, called home, entered my receipts, answered some email and was showered and ready to go by 11:30. I have to meet some of my friends for Brunch at 1:00.
Brunch today was at El Bolivariano in Puebo Libre. I've eaten here before, both for Brunch and for a regular meal, and it's your basic Peruvian food, except prepared really well.
The buffet had all the standards: a whole pig, cebiches, tiraditos, various hot dishes, soups, salads just about it all. Aside from that, they bring anticuchos to your table. For those not in the know, anticuchos are wooden skewers of meat. Most of the time, the meat is cow hearts. They're marinated, but they're still cow hearts. I've managed to avoid them on each and every one of my 15 previous visits to Peru, but today was the day.
They weren't bad. They weren't great, but I ate them. I'm not sure that I'm the envy of all my friends, but when was the last time that you ate a cow heart, huh? Here's a picture of them from Wikipedia's anticucho page:
The whole thing was (I think) 42 Soles per person. Well worth it, especially because one of my friends picked up the tab.
After Lunch, I headed back to the hotel to rest up for the evening. The New York Dolls concert was cancelled. Oh well, David Johansen didn't get to meet RT Gooch. His loss! I killed some time at the various Miraflores casinos from 7:00 to 10:00 pm, then walked back to the hotel to meet my new driver.
Many times, taxi drivers will give me their phone numbers when they drop me off. They offer to show me around the city, or take me to the airport, or whatever. I just like using them when I'm out whoring and gambling at night. I was disappointed in the guy that stood me up the night before, so I tried out a new guy. He was supposed to meet me at 10:30. When I got to the hotel at 10:15, he was there waiting for me. Excellent.
My plan was simple: gamble some more, then head to Casanova and see what I can find. If that doesn't work out, I could always fall back on Tequila Rock. It was going to be an all-San Isidro evening! Our first stop was the casino at the Hotel Delfines.
The Delfines hotel is in San Isidro. It has a full-sized casino, but because of its location, it's not very busy. I have never left there with the house's money, but the people are nice, the drink girls are the prettiest in Lima, and I am a sucker for punishment. Tonight proves no different, and I lose at all four blackjack tables. I did have a nice glass of soda from a girl with a beautiful smile. I can definitely see why so many guys come here and believe that they can do great with civilians - the women here have the friendliest attitude of any that I have come across. You really get the feeling that every cashier, dealer, waitress, cop, front desk clerk, etc. that you meet just wants to go to dinner with you and learn your entire life's history. I don't know how they do it, but they do.
My driver was surprised to see me so quickly, but that was none of his business. I had him take me next to the Casanova Club.
The Casanova Club (http://casanova-club.com/) is one of the high end clubs in Lima that - in my opinion - doesn't deserve its high end status. On my previous visits, I encountered money-grubbing management combined with only so-so looking girls that wanted to command top dollar. The only reasons I went there tonight were: 1) It was Sunday and they were open and 2) They supposedly had a promotion on Sundays with lower-priced admission and drinks, no exit fee if you take a girl out, and private dances for not a lot of money.
At the door, they ask for the standard 50 Sol entrance fee. I tell them it is Sunday, and it is supposed to be cheaper. They say, "nope, 50 Soles." Undaunted, I whip out a free admission card that I picked up previously. They don't like it, but they let me in.
I enter. There's probably 20 girls there and 5 or 6 customers. Of the 20, fifteen of them were pretty enough, but not beauties, four weren't all that pretty, and one was very, very, very pretty. Claudia (the very, very, very pretty one) swoops down on me, gets me to buy her a 20 Sol glass of beer, and we get to talking. Claudia's real thin and has a very small rack, but she's got a rock hard stomach, a nice butt, and an all-around good look.
She pushes very hard, very quickly. Alarms go off in my head, but I was willing to invest some money to find out what the deal was. When I immediately turn down 'fucky', she offers me a private dance for 'only' 100 Soles plus the house fee for the private dance area. When I stop laughing, she drops down to 100 Soles total. I know that I am probably wasting my money, but what the hell - I've already got more than thirty dollars worth of fondling and kissing in than I would have experienced in a US Club.
She rushes everything, and we go to one of the private alcoves. She makes me not look while she puts on a stripper costume, then she bounces around the booth while taking it all off (I was allowed to watch that) during the next song.
Show over, she announces. Incredulous, I ask her if that's all I got for my 100 Soles. Yes, she tells me, but I could buy more songs. I told her that I was indeed stupid, but I was only stupid once, and she's nuts if she thinks I will pay her any more. Well, she continues, let's do the fucky instead. She is indeed the hottest girl there, so she may not be used to hearing the word 'no', but that's what she heard. I finished my drink and left the club sixty dollars poorer, but with a wealth of experience that told me not to return to Casanova again.
I was clearly 'suckered', or taken advantage of, or whatever. I knew it was happening while I was going through it. I won't say that I was powerless to stop it, because I could have. I have no idea why I was willing to subject myself to that treatment and hustle, other than to get it out of my system. Flame away - I have it coming.
We then go to the Golden Palace, where I did better than at the Delfines, but lost nevertheless. I finally decided that if I was going to throw away my money, I might as well put it between the legs of some young lady.
So I wound up at Tequila Rock-San Isidro. Unlike Thursday, they didn't try to charge me to enter. Also (I presume), unlike Thursday, there were very few people in the club, maybe 20 girls and 15 men.
I didn't recognize anyone from my last visit six months ago (no big surprise). Drink prices were unchanged, and I set up shop at the bar. When I turned around, Sofia was there. Sofia is not my usual type - she's probably in her late 20s or maybe even early 30s. She isn't fat, but she isn't tight either. If I hadn't just fondled Claudia, I wouldn't have noticed.
Wait, I'm lying. Sofia is soft. Again, not fat - just soft.
We negotiated a little, but whether or not she knew it, it was a seller's market. We settled upon 250 Soles for two hours, and off we went. One of my justifications was that when I offered her a drink, she only asked for water, saving me a few bucks there. But basically, I wanted to get laid, and this was hassle-free.
Photos: Sofia 22 23 24 25 26
Back at the hotel, after some photos, we had a nice, slow session. It wasn't the event that my last two nights were, but I am sure that it was much, much, much better than I would have experienced had I taken Claudia with me. As a side note, the hotel staff did not ask for any ID when we walked in. This could be good or bad - you make the value judgment for yourself.
Sofia left at 3:00. I considered going over to Atlantic City and compounding my losses, but reason got the better of me and I was able to be in bed asleep by 3:30. A miracle!