My first night of Salsa
June 27th, 2004
This evening I allowed myself to be dragged, kicking and screaming (with joy and elation, actually, and the dragging was more done by myself, but meh) to Club Havana for their weekly Salsa lessons (and subsequent burning of the dancefloor when the really experienced people join us newbies).
Oh. My. God: So. Much. Fun.
According to Rachel and a young Asian girl whose name I don’t recall, I picked up on the dance much faster than others. I really don’t know why, but I suspect that it was because after my first drink, my inhibitions went out the window and I shifted into ‘have fun at all cost’ mode.
Now, of course, I’m sore. Nevertheless, the amount of fun I had tonight will make this a definite constant event in my schedule, so if any of you crazy people out there would like to join me, it’s a $5 cover (you get a $5 coupon for your first drink out of it) it’s possibly one of the most fun things I can think of doing on a Sunday night.
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