Par-tay

I saw an advertisement for an all-night rock concert. It seemed like it was going to be a rowdy, fun event for local people, as it was near their university, far from the touristy area. We didn’t know any of the musical groups playing, obviously, but I thought it would be an interesting way to spend part of an evening, as it's name was ‘jardin de cerveza’ (beer garden).
After we spent the day touring Cusco, and eating dinner, we began to make our way to the spot. Of course, I had my map out, it was not easy to find. As we approached the location, I got excited! When we finally got to the right intersection, people were shouting out deals to come to their bars, and there were huge groups cusqueños (Cusco locals) drinking in the street, kind of like a botellón en Spain. Everyone was standing around, laughing, smoking, and chatting. They were passing around 2 liter bottles of soda and liquor before they entered and had to pay bar prices.
Mike looked around, and said, “Erica, Let’s not go in. Let’s go somewhere else.” I said, “Come on, it’s not dangerous.” He said, “No, it’s not that. Look at us. I have on a backback. You’re carrying Let’s Go, Peru with your finger holding open the map. It’s like going to a rave in your church clothes.” I looked at us, our clothes and all of the shit we were carrying. He was right, we looked more uncool, than out of place. We left, went to a bar, and decided the next time we went out, we would stop at our hostel first and drop off our gringo gear…