fanny encounter

Cuzco has quite the nightlife. There are jazz clubs, discos, dive bars, etc. Last night we decided to hit up a sweet bar (that somehow is exempt from the no smoking indoors laws...i think it has to do with the camera that shows who's at the front door. security abound.) called Siete Angelitos. This bar is a favorite of tourists and Peruanos alike. Drink specials mostly all night, and free jelly shots for the ladies -- pretty sweet deal. So, last night a GRAND Reggae band was playing. We were enjoying the ambiance, chatting with our Peruano aquaintance FRED when I noticed some gringo fellas eyeballing us from across the bar. As we swayed to "Stir It Up" and reggae "Knock, Knock, Knocking on Heavens Door" apparently these guys were trying to figure out where we were from.

Eventually, they overcame their boyhood fears of approaching 2 smokin' hotties and asked "Ustedes hablan Ingles?" "SI! Claro." Evan and Joe were from California. They told us "We totally thought you guys were from Europe or something." Marie asked, "Why's that?" I mean, we're pretty All-American girls. I think most people can pin us for Yankees, but these guys were thrown off a bit. "Well, she's (Hannah) super tall, and you have those fannies. That's just kinda European."

Marie relayed all this back to me, "Yeah, dude -- the fannies totally fooled them. They thought we were European." All I could think to say was -- "Wow, if they thought we were European because of the fannies, just WAIT til they see our armpits." Fannypackers leave the razors at home.

Anyways, we got to talking with these fellers, they were nice enough and hamming it up with a few gringos seemed a nice change of pace. Apparently Evan is studying abroad in Santiago and his bro Joe was visiting him for a few weeks -- you know, hitting up the Inka Trail, Machu Picchu, little of this, little of that. Needless to say, the conversation centered around Fannies for a while. Evan happens to be a Fannypacker himself, "Yeah man, its just way better. I got pickpocketed in Santiago like TWICE before I got this fanny." His friend Joe was a bit afraid of being robbed when he first arrived, so like any good friend would do -- Evan bought him his very own Fanny. Evan told us while Joe sloppily danced to Reggae cover of James Brown's "Sex Machine", "He loves his fanny, dude. He sleeps with it everynight."

Spreading the Fanny Love where ever we go. Over and Out.