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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-24 11:37 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-24 11:37 am
On Salsa.
Talking to C. last night made me think of something, and just now hearing Shakira's "Objection Tango" on TV (she can't sing, but man, is the music fun, anyway) made me think.
I just realized what I really miss. Salsa. No, not the dip – the dance. Back home – home home, Upstate NY – Tali’s dad used to throw parties, every other weekend, that were centered around two things – Tequila and Salsa (and his home-made lamb made an appearance at 1am). After freshman year, when we all came home, we were invited to attend these bi-weekly “meetings”, as they were called, and it was fanfuckingtastic. There were people dancing, Latin (real Latin) music blaring, lots of drinking, and the three of us. We, neither one of us, drank, but man, did we dance. Did we ever dance. During that summer, I really learned how to salsa – and it is so much fun. Now, I am not a graceful person by any stretch of the imagination – I walk into more things than I actually avoid – but this is the one thing that I can actually do. (That, and meringue, but that’s easy.)
What was really fun (and funny) was seeing aged, skeazy Latin guys try to hit on us and fail – especially where Tali was concerned. No one fucks with Tali, because her dad is the host. And no one wants to piss off the host and be thrown out, only to never be invited again. So, whenever an especially sleazy-looking guy would come up and do something that Tali wasn’t comfortable with, the three magic words were: “I’m (her dad’s name)’s daughter.” The next moment, he would lift his hands in defense and say “Whoa. Ok,” and walk away. It was glorious. And since Carrie and I were like his “adopted” daughters, as we would all joke, this carried over to us, as well.
And it was hard not to hit on Tali, I must say. When she danced, you couldn’t help but look because she was so beautiful – and coolest thing about her, was the fact that she didn’t know that. We used to have so much fun just dancing together, either in pairs and switch off, or just the three of us. Ah, the good ol’ days.
Haven’t been to a meeting since late May, but that one was sort of a disappointment – held at someone else’s place, and the feeling just wasn’t there anymore. The crowd had changed somewhat, the atmosphere had, too.
But, damn, was it fun to dance, anyway.
Now, where did I put my latin collection CD...
I just realized what I really miss. Salsa. No, not the dip – the dance. Back home – home home, Upstate NY – Tali’s dad used to throw parties, every other weekend, that were centered around two things – Tequila and Salsa (and his home-made lamb made an appearance at 1am). After freshman year, when we all came home, we were invited to attend these bi-weekly “meetings”, as they were called, and it was fanfuckingtastic. There were people dancing, Latin (real Latin) music blaring, lots of drinking, and the three of us. We, neither one of us, drank, but man, did we dance. Did we ever dance. During that summer, I really learned how to salsa – and it is so much fun. Now, I am not a graceful person by any stretch of the imagination – I walk into more things than I actually avoid – but this is the one thing that I can actually do. (That, and meringue, but that’s easy.)
What was really fun (and funny) was seeing aged, skeazy Latin guys try to hit on us and fail – especially where Tali was concerned. No one fucks with Tali, because her dad is the host. And no one wants to piss off the host and be thrown out, only to never be invited again. So, whenever an especially sleazy-looking guy would come up and do something that Tali wasn’t comfortable with, the three magic words were: “I’m (her dad’s name)’s daughter.” The next moment, he would lift his hands in defense and say “Whoa. Ok,” and walk away. It was glorious. And since Carrie and I were like his “adopted” daughters, as we would all joke, this carried over to us, as well.
And it was hard not to hit on Tali, I must say. When she danced, you couldn’t help but look because she was so beautiful – and coolest thing about her, was the fact that she didn’t know that. We used to have so much fun just dancing together, either in pairs and switch off, or just the three of us. Ah, the good ol’ days.
Haven’t been to a meeting since late May, but that one was sort of a disappointment – held at someone else’s place, and the feeling just wasn’t there anymore. The crowd had changed somewhat, the atmosphere had, too.
But, damn, was it fun to dance, anyway.
Now, where did I put my latin collection CD...
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