Death by Salsa

I’ve been living a very vampiric lifestyle this weekend, dancing till 4:00 am and sleeping all day (courtesy of the Salsa Congress…I don’t know why it’s called that…it sounds like they pass laws or something). I’m fine today, but yesterday I thought I might keel over from salsa exhaustion. If this is how I die, then so be it. So long as I’m not dancing with someone who’s off the beat, which wasn’t always the case last night. However, if I find myself dancing with a lot of beginners then I can only blame myself for not picking up on the cues. The way to tell if a stranger is a good dancer, according to my salsa friend, is by the way he asks you to dance. If he’s seasoned and solid, he sort of grabs your hand from the side with a knowing look, like, “you know you want to dance with me.” There’s no asking involved. If he’s a beginner he gets right up in your face and says, “Hi, my name is _____, would you like to dance?” This is a guide book waiting to happen…

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Just for today, I am a developing salsera.