Wine, Women and Song
Wow, two posts in one week? Lucky you!
I typically don't post blogs about nights out that get too crazy, but last night was just too good to pass up. It was Dustin's sister Phoebe's birthday, and she demanded we come to her dinner party. She said to meet at her place and then we would be whisked away to a secret location. We were definitely intrigued.
When we got there, I was amazed by the size of her closet. It is bigger than my bedroom.
Most of her friends were already there, milling about and waiting for our secret ride to arrive. It was a little awkward, since Dustin only knew a few people and I only knew Dustin and Phoebe. However, I knew these would be some interesting folks since they are Phoebe's globe-trotting, Spanish-speaking, jet-setting friends. I was the only one present not fluent in more than one language.
As usual, Phoebe was gorgeous and fabulous.
Suddenly Phoebe cries, "Andele andele! Vamos aqui!" So we followed her outside and saw this monstrosity waiting for us.
La Rumba Express!
It is an adorable Colombian party bus that you can rent out to take you from place to place for special occasions. It had samba and reggaeton music blasting out of it and fake chickens on the top. Wait till you see the inside.
Crazy!
It was an awesome surprise, and Phoebe was so excited.
As was everyone else. We squished in and got ready to ride!
Our driver has been doing this for 15 years, and was quite enthusiastic.
Phoebe broke out the hammock and hats.
While this dude broke out the drums.
Phoebe immediately placed herself atop a saddle.
It was a loud, raucous good time.
We even stopped halfway there to pick up Phoebe's friend Claudia.
She was cowbellin' it in no time.
Everybody cried out in surprise as we passed over a bridge. We weren't in Kansas anymore, Toto.
At one point, Phoebe made us all shut up (not an easy task) because we were lost and she was trying to get directions. Lost in the Bronx. Good idea!
But, no worries. We were back on track in no time and the dancing re-commenced.
Phoebe's friends are CA-RAY-ZEE. In the best, most fun, most Latin way possible.
We finally arrived at our destination, a tiny restaurant in Riverdale (or somewhere). There were only a couple of people there and they high-tailed it outta there as soon as we came in and took over the iPod player. We had the whole place to ourselves.
With wine, women and song, everyone toasted the fab Pheebs.
And what's a birthday toast without a speech?
This friend, Alex, turned out to be the cousin of Dustin's best friend from elementary school, strangely enough.
I had the honor of sitting next to the bus driver. Boy did he tell us some wild stories. He's seen it all.
It was, like any other night out in New York, a beautiful time.
And naturally, there was a special dessert for the girl of the evening. The bus driver even sang a special birthday song for her.
As the night progressed, everyone ate, drank and was merry, and we all sang along to some great songs. It was a mix between 80's Mexican rock ballads and the hipster music of today.
And don't you know Phoebe got up to dance.
She taught us some great moves. I think she is the most charismatic person I've ever met: a little bundle of energy, she gets everybody up and going.
Soon it was time for the bus ride back to our homeland. This time we sat next to her friend Amelia, who couldn't get enough of the zany hats.
The music was pumpin', and everybody got to singin'.
Pheebs started swinging from the ceiling poles.
And once she does something, everyone's gotta get into it.
I think the party was less in the restaurant and more on the bus, to be honest.
I mean, who doesn't want to dance on a Colombian Rumba Express?
Thank you, Rumba Express, for a night we won't soon forget!!!
love,
*jenna*
I typically don't post blogs about nights out that get too crazy, but last night was just too good to pass up. It was Dustin's sister Phoebe's birthday, and she demanded we come to her dinner party. She said to meet at her place and then we would be whisked away to a secret location. We were definitely intrigued.
When we got there, I was amazed by the size of her closet. It is bigger than my bedroom.
Most of her friends were already there, milling about and waiting for our secret ride to arrive. It was a little awkward, since Dustin only knew a few people and I only knew Dustin and Phoebe. However, I knew these would be some interesting folks since they are Phoebe's globe-trotting, Spanish-speaking, jet-setting friends. I was the only one present not fluent in more than one language.
As usual, Phoebe was gorgeous and fabulous.
Suddenly Phoebe cries, "Andele andele! Vamos aqui!" So we followed her outside and saw this monstrosity waiting for us.
La Rumba Express!
It is an adorable Colombian party bus that you can rent out to take you from place to place for special occasions. It had samba and reggaeton music blasting out of it and fake chickens on the top. Wait till you see the inside.
Crazy!
It was an awesome surprise, and Phoebe was so excited.
As was everyone else. We squished in and got ready to ride!
Our driver has been doing this for 15 years, and was quite enthusiastic.
Phoebe broke out the hammock and hats.
While this dude broke out the drums.
Phoebe immediately placed herself atop a saddle.
It was a loud, raucous good time.
We even stopped halfway there to pick up Phoebe's friend Claudia.
She was cowbellin' it in no time.
Everybody cried out in surprise as we passed over a bridge. We weren't in Kansas anymore, Toto.
At one point, Phoebe made us all shut up (not an easy task) because we were lost and she was trying to get directions. Lost in the Bronx. Good idea!
But, no worries. We were back on track in no time and the dancing re-commenced.
Phoebe's friends are CA-RAY-ZEE. In the best, most fun, most Latin way possible.
We finally arrived at our destination, a tiny restaurant in Riverdale (or somewhere). There were only a couple of people there and they high-tailed it outta there as soon as we came in and took over the iPod player. We had the whole place to ourselves.
With wine, women and song, everyone toasted the fab Pheebs.
And what's a birthday toast without a speech?
This friend, Alex, turned out to be the cousin of Dustin's best friend from elementary school, strangely enough.
I had the honor of sitting next to the bus driver. Boy did he tell us some wild stories. He's seen it all.
It was, like any other night out in New York, a beautiful time.
And naturally, there was a special dessert for the girl of the evening. The bus driver even sang a special birthday song for her.
As the night progressed, everyone ate, drank and was merry, and we all sang along to some great songs. It was a mix between 80's Mexican rock ballads and the hipster music of today.
And don't you know Phoebe got up to dance.
She taught us some great moves. I think she is the most charismatic person I've ever met: a little bundle of energy, she gets everybody up and going.
Soon it was time for the bus ride back to our homeland. This time we sat next to her friend Amelia, who couldn't get enough of the zany hats.
The music was pumpin', and everybody got to singin'.
Pheebs started swinging from the ceiling poles.
And once she does something, everyone's gotta get into it.
I think the party was less in the restaurant and more on the bus, to be honest.
I mean, who doesn't want to dance on a Colombian Rumba Express?
Thank you, Rumba Express, for a night we won't soon forget!!!
love,
*jenna*
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