salsadancing

oh boy, i'm tired.

i just got home from salsa dancing. the starline in fresno, california's tower district, has mad salsa dancing.

bigger, older, wiser kyle and tarra invited me to join them for their outing to thursday night salsa dancing. i was super excited and major-ly scared at the same time. i really didn't know what to expect and i figured it would be a great opportunity to get some dancing in, since the next two parties i'm going to i will be dj-ing.

so i show up about the same time kyle and tarra get to the bar/danceclub/bandvenue. we wait to see if and group of people come up and want to pretend to be my date so we can pay for a couples ticket instead of a more expensive single ticket. kyle and tarra's friend joins us and we proceed to the door. when we think we have things in order, i'm told i'm not wearing appropriate shoes for the occasion (my trendy velcro kicks, weren't fancy enough). tarra saves the day and takes the blame for forgetting to tell me and we promise it won't happen again.

from 8:45 to 9:45 there is salsa instruction and i attempt to learn some basics to salsa dancing. rotating partners throughout the lesson is a nice way to meet everyone and learn names, but with my horrible short term memory, i forgot everyone's name quickly as the instructor said, "next partner".

then was the open dancing. i danced quite a few times with different people. tarra and kyle were giving me tips on how to talk to people while dancing with them. i guess they noticed that my first few dances were fairly silent with minimal talking.

somewhere in the middle of dancing, my phone died. i promised to call my dad when i was leaving, but was unable to. thank god for understanding parents and when their child comes home after midnight and doesn't even call to acknowledge they are still alive.

well, it was a great evening, now i'm off to check the craigslist missed connections for tall, scrawny kid with glasses at salsa dancing....

kylelowe

ps someone i danced with wore some chocolate hand lotion, i now have the urge to eat my hand... i must resist!