The
Intellectual Masturbator:
Fiasco Latino A Big Hit!
Once again, Fletcher students faithfully paid $15 dollars of hard-earned
federal funding and queued outside in sub-zero weather for yet another
cultural night, this time courtesy of the entirety of the Spanish speaking
world. With Hispanics generally comes humidity; and true to this spirit, the
temperature in Dewick was scalding as Latin libidos flashed across
the stage in a night of swirling vocals, sinful dance moves, skipping
records, falling decorations, and general lack of decency.
The festivities kicked off with a Capoeira routine that left half the
audience rotating their heads and the other half renewing their gym
memberships. One particularly spirited young girl did a couple of flips that
left nothing to the imagination, but since most of the front row was female
the show went on without incident. Thea Gelbspan then commanded the stage
and crooned out a couple of Cuban revolutionary numbers that left some Miami
Cubans a little hot under the collar, accompanying her on guitar was the
Fetcher debut of Ofilio Mayorga whose string-plucking bespoke of other
hidden talents.
The night then raged on with a slender and impressive Spanish dance,
courtesy of the conquistador-ish choreography of Lourdes Martinez-Garrido.
The Spanish theme was continued when the evening’s presenter, Isabel DeSola
dressed up as a matador with a wooden kitchen spoon for a sword, proceeded
to mock fight with Januarian-at-large, Munish Puri. Puri excelled in the
role of the bipedal bovine and realistically slumped on the floor after
being stabbed with the wooden utensil. The scene inspired maniacal laughter
from two individuals sitting in the front row, especially since the final
bow managed to break the thread holding the overhead decorations.
The night’s accidents did not stop there however. The next number was the
infamous Reggaeton layout featuring the now revived Munish Puri, newcomer
Will Sullivan, and Caucasian Conga staple Nick Lesher as the “Bad Boys from
da Hood.” Veteran dancers Yanina Seltzer, Amy Margolies and Dana Binnendjik
along with new discovery Erin Clancy played the “Good Girls Turned Bad”. The
irony was not lost on the audience as the books that the girls were reading
on stage to simulate academic interest were International Security
and Econometrics. The girls, now halfway across the stage, realized
there was no music being played and proceeded to violently admonish a
hapless undergrad who tried to explain that the laptop was “acting weird.”
The segment was restarted and proceeded to go smoothly with pelvises and
rear ends rarely missing their mark. The boys wooed the girls into dancing
naughtily and the girls made the boys jump over each other to please the
audience, who was hooting and screaming loudly by now. The good times,
however, were brought to halt as the aforementioned laptop finally collapsed
in midsong just as the girls’ left hips was swinging over the guys’ right
shoulders. In true Fletcher fashion, the group decided to continue dancing
anyway and finished the set without a hitch, unless you count the music
coming back on again a hitch…
The audience, previously snickering, was about to get a surprise of its own.
Apparently, there was a large portion of students waiting outside in the
cold because a glorified undergrad intern at the ticket door had a power
trip and refused to allow more people in… why? Escalating diplomatic
efforts by Fletcher organizers were rebuffed with the following logic:
No more chairs
Can’t we get more chairs?
No.
Why?
Only undergrad professional chair-getters can get them.
Where are these getters?
They went home.
So, in a tactful flair of persuasive negotiation, Fiesta Latina organizers
managed to convince the logically challenged representative to let people
in, in exchange for getting rid of the chairs altogether. Subsequently, in a
not so tactful fashion, presenter Paulina White told the audience to shut
their trap and get out of the chairs immediately. Crude but surprisingly
effective, people hopped to it and the folks waiting in the cold were
finally let in.
The show proceeded to be quite successful. A string of great singers took to
the mic and were joined by some impressive Fletcher musicians. Christina
Sass’ “Oye Como Va” was especially appreciated as the entire audience, now
forced to be standing anyway, started dancing wildly. The dancing would
continue not only in the aisles but on stage as well as the final
performance was a huge troop of students danced the Meringue on all levels.
It is still perplexing to this reporter why the dancing couples were paired
so distinctly different from one another in terms of height but then again,
I am no dancer. The final bow had to give way to even more dancing until the
whole crowd was forced to leave.
Before I left, I asked one of the audience members, an intoxicated male,
what he thought of all this hard work being botched by a series of hilarious
mishaps, and what he thought the organizers should do in terms of
reimbursing the dissatisfied crowd. I mean, when one shells out $15 one
expects results, right?
The male replied: “Whatever man, I just had three beers and saw18 chicks
shakin’ it on stage!”
…Hasta La Fiesta Siempre!!
Donatien