You know you're addicted to Salsa if.....

azana

Super Moderator
Staff member
Not many quality opportunities to dance in my town. Especially not with the workload I have. You become so desperate for a hit (salsa, not hockey...)There is a very good party a week from now. However, I received a ball bash and a stick bash on my right foot today playing hockey (I'm the penalty corner runner. You have to race out from behind the line and tackle the hitter on the top of the circle as she lifts her stick to smash the ball. It's scary, it's dangerous, but it's also great being the spoiler :)) . All I could think was "No! I MUST be able to dance next weekend!"

It feels okay; should be right for Saturday. Please! :)
 
...you're listening to Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" (this being one of the 10 or so non-Latin songs you listen to a year) and you find yourself trying to figure out if it's a 3/2 or 2/3 clave :D
 
Going to exchange to another continent and the only thing I can think of is 'damnit my salsa skills will improve much slower there, my scene will improve without me in it, arghhhh I should cancel the whole trip'.
 

azana

Super Moderator
Staff member
I work on the edge of Melbourne, in the Surf Coast direction. On Friday night a colleague and I took off down the coast after work. The weekend weather was forecast to be hot, there was a music festival on and the house we rented was sooooo quiet and peaceful. She went off to the festival; I went for a long run along the beach and up to the lighthouse. We managed to get such a great, relaxing sleep. Saturday we visited friends and got a lot of marking done in the quiet beach house. Sunday was supposed to be even warmer, but I, er, drove back to Melbourne Saturday evening for SALSA!! She stayed. My friends couldn't understand. Sometimes I don't understand myself. However, with so few opportunities for me to dance, no way was I going to miss one. It wasn't the best party I've been to, but I made worth it, chasing down and asking guys and making the most of it.
 
Heres one for SF:
on my recent, first time visit to Amsterdam, of course I have to see the infamous red light district. I hear one of the workers telling a group of guys shes Colombian, and then i stop and ask her what she thinks of joe arroyo, fruko y sus tesos, la-33...

beat that!
 
your co-workers asking you which & where all the good latin clubs are around town. yet you've only lived there 3 years, as to them living there always!!
 

Dance Ads

Top