by Dej M. on
One Wednesday night, back when I was getting all my salsa ducks in a row, I texted a fellow rateclubser in an attempt to sort out my dancing options. She said she'd be at Austin Sports Tavern. I told her I'd meet her there, but didn't really feel like driving that far, so I just might hit Dallas instead. "No, girl! Unless you want to see gallon hats and stuff." Woah. That was a close one. Having narrowly avoided honky-tonk night, I can assure you that the following will be true of Dallas on Thursday nights: 1. Austin's cheapest salsa/merengue/bachata/cumbia-dancing cover: $2. Last time I went, I'd forgotten to stop by an ATM. I brought in 8 quarters. My quarters were greeted warmly. 2. Free water. A whole vat of perfectly cold water accompanied by never-ending disposable cups. 3. Male leads like in a dream. Spin-right-spin-right-spin-right-cross-body-lead-s pin-left-dip male leads that you can write home about. 4. Waiters that reach across the bar with napkins so you can soak up your nasty gross sweat of accomplishment while you're drinking free water. 5. The random chacha and samba so you can practice your chacha and samba. 6. Blessed dependable air-conditioning. 7. Separation of Floor and Bar, wherein people with beverages do not: a. linger on the dance floor, taking up precious dance real estate; b. spill drinks that ruin the perfect floor and my dance shoes. 8. A night of dancing opportunities starting as early as 9:30 - you can get your cardio on with enough time to sleep by midnight. If desired. So Copa, Austin Sports Tavern, just out of curiosity: do you know what this thing is called free water? Especially after you've already charged me $5 to get in the door? Let me know, thanks.