Last night was not a typical Saturday night on Lincoln avenue. The six lanes from Pastoriza to Kennedy were jam-packed with Licey fans celebrating at well past 1:00 in the morning.
What has changed since the recent 'rooftop girly action sex show' scandal is that nudity has become the order of the day. Last night almost everyone seemed intent on getting their kits off. It was like being in the UK again, the only difference being that in the UK the urge to expose pimply buttocks to the chilly night air is usually a male preserve. Last night we were astonished to observe a young lady in engaging in that quaint British tradition - mooning out of the car window, while her friends, two females and a male, cavorted - or should I say lurched around - in the back of their pickup flashing different parts of their rather lardlike anatomy to the captive audience made up of occupants of adjacent cars. Suffice to say that they will not be getting any calls from modelling agencies. The bloke used his discarded t-shirt to cover up the licence plate, so they may have been building up to something there. Before it could get any steamier, we turned off Lincoln and took an alternative route home.
What this reflects is that the lascivious publicity given to the performing slappers has clearly started a new craze. No amount of condemnation and tut-tutting about the state of the nation's morals will prevent this from happening. On the contrary everyone seems to be jumping on the bandwagon.
There were some astute commentaries in the press over the last day or two in reaction to the jail sentences given to the Lincoln ladies. One columnist (El Caribe) said that the message this sends is that you can steal any amount of money you like, as long as you keep your clothes on. The editor of Diario Libre reacted to the preposterous sentence passed on one of the three graces, which was an order to attend her local church on a regular basis. How do they know she's not a Buddhist?
Anyway, the long and short of it is that Lincoln avenue is now the place to be if you have exhibitionist tendencies, or voyeuristic for that matter. I might even join the craze myself, but I may have to wait for the weather to get a little warmer.
What has changed since the recent 'rooftop girly action sex show' scandal is that nudity has become the order of the day. Last night almost everyone seemed intent on getting their kits off. It was like being in the UK again, the only difference being that in the UK the urge to expose pimply buttocks to the chilly night air is usually a male preserve. Last night we were astonished to observe a young lady in engaging in that quaint British tradition - mooning out of the car window, while her friends, two females and a male, cavorted - or should I say lurched around - in the back of their pickup flashing different parts of their rather lardlike anatomy to the captive audience made up of occupants of adjacent cars. Suffice to say that they will not be getting any calls from modelling agencies. The bloke used his discarded t-shirt to cover up the licence plate, so they may have been building up to something there. Before it could get any steamier, we turned off Lincoln and took an alternative route home.
What this reflects is that the lascivious publicity given to the performing slappers has clearly started a new craze. No amount of condemnation and tut-tutting about the state of the nation's morals will prevent this from happening. On the contrary everyone seems to be jumping on the bandwagon.
There were some astute commentaries in the press over the last day or two in reaction to the jail sentences given to the Lincoln ladies. One columnist (El Caribe) said that the message this sends is that you can steal any amount of money you like, as long as you keep your clothes on. The editor of Diario Libre reacted to the preposterous sentence passed on one of the three graces, which was an order to attend her local church on a regular basis. How do they know she's not a Buddhist?
Anyway, the long and short of it is that Lincoln avenue is now the place to be if you have exhibitionist tendencies, or voyeuristic for that matter. I might even join the craze myself, but I may have to wait for the weather to get a little warmer.
