"Never Stop Clapping!"
July 3, 2010
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Imagine my surprise, after disappearing to the men's room for five
minutes, to come back to this madness: the waiter in the Pearl's
atrium bar, whom the entertainer Tino kept calling "Choco-latte" (though
it turns out that isn't his name) was leading the crowd in a cha-cha
while balancing a tray with a drink on it and chanting, "Never stop
clapping! Never stop clapping!"
Well, that was enough to make us regulars.
The next night, during a lull in dinner at the Summer Palace,
I found myself musing, "I hope we see Cocoa tonight."
We were back every
evening, sometimes dancing, sometimes taking in the late-night
movie, usually falling asleep around midnight on the couches.
Choco-latte (or Cocoa) turned out to be from Honduras
and he goes home for 3 months every year. He was 2 weeks from
furlough, which may have accounted for some of his enthusiasm.