It was time to find a better salsa venue. I wasn’t digging La Naza anymore. There had to be another. With feelers put out, I heard there was a dance. Tonight. Like, 10 minute drive away. Time to muster up some more courage venture out at night by myself. It had been a while. I fell into the rut of meeting people at my destination. But I had to go. Support network or no.
Here’s the highlights:
K, so I totally sat in my car a few minutes again before going in. I didn’t see anyone dancing yet. And it was pouring. I was just waiting for a break in the rain…
Went in. Paid my $3 entrance. Moseyed to the bar and not wanting look lame with just ordering water, I ordered a Blue Moon beer. Then I remembered I only had $2. Beer cost $4. Nice bartender gave it to me for $2. Hm, maybe I should try that more often… j/k
No one dancing. Me gazing around bar trying to look nonchalant. See another solo girl. Well, she looks nice. I go sit next to her and chat her up. She speaks really fast Spanish. Have I mentioned that I can’t understand Spanish shouted over blaring music? I have. But we chat a while. She’s in a salsa class. The lady with ‘legs up to here’ sitting by the door is the salsa teacher.
Someone asks my new friend to dance. She asks me to watch her purse. Sure. Immediately a guy asks me to dance. Eh, her purse will be fine. Vamos a bailar!
Well, I just love surprising my leaders. Don’t tell them, but salsa is much easier than lindy hop. My guy tells me his name and I forget it immediately and dance with some one else.
As the night boogies on, I realize this is the dance scene I was hoping for. Everyone danced with everyone else. People there to social dance and have fun. Ah yes, I’ve found my new home. They just don’t know it yet. Haha. Unfortunately they only have dances like once a month.
There was the token guy who couldn’t find the beat but at least smelled great.
The token beginner guy who tried to impress the teacher (who had the look on her face of ‘huh?’)
The token old guy on the scene. Thankfully, not of the creepy variety. He was from NY, and said “Wisconsin’s in the house” to me. He was wearing sunglasses the entire time mind you.
Beginners, rock stars and everyone in between.
But no token guy in shorts! I thought every dance scene had one of those! Haha
I got the inside scoop from the teacher as much as I could. (Shouting Spanish over blaring music, remember?)
Here’s a 9 second video of me dancing!
Maybe next month I’ll bring Trevor.
UPDATE: I returned to La Naza last night and had a blast. I guess I always left too early in the past. Made a new dance friend too. And saw my babysitter dancing on the middle of the band. Ah, to hang out with 20-somethings makes me feel younger. Haha