the coriolis effect

Bellavista with Dan. I was in the mood for a nice meal, so I led him to Como Agua Para Chocolate, which was great (and even features a table-bed) thouogh dessert was sullied by an uninformed and sort of pointless reprise of the us cultural hegemony thing. Dan was determined to find this gay bar, but we couldn´t, and instead went into Cafe Theatre instead because I remembered the spanish teachers son being rather vehement (to say the least) about entering when the Harvard kids went out. But though the black suited doorman asked us whether we were there for the bar or the discotheque, we were shown a table anyway...and a pisco sour and margarita later, we were no more the wiser about hidden discos of inequity lurking behind closed doors.
On our way out of Bellavista, about to give up, two girls holding hands walked by who were more than happy to give us directions to Bokhara. The two girls making out outside gave it away, and inside was indeed a different place. Part dance floor, mostly well lit and extremely crowded gathering spot, with pretty Chilean boys (and one blue haired drag queen) but also a fair amount of straight couples, milling everywhere. We squeezed into a table and made small talk with the group next door. And improbably enough, though I was there for Dan, I found myself shaking off some guy before we headed to the door.
Bellavista on a Saturday night was predictably more lively than during a weekday. Tons of vendors lined the streets, and all the doors were open. And at 2 in the morning the buses were packed- I took one home, which is a no-no after 11:30 or so (story of a friend of a friend who was driven out into the country and robbed), the chances of all 40 people getting off before Irrarazaval seemed slim.