Salsa dance

At long last, I’ve gone salsa dancing tonight. It was so much fun. There was a lesson, then dancing. It was such a hot night on the deck of the Moshulu, soft breezes from the Delaware river, I felt like we were in the islands. I’m hooked. I’m hoping my guy will try it—it would be even more romantic.

I’m not doing anything to achieve this goal except listening to Gloria Estfan in my car. The partner I’ve recruited takes me to dinner instead of dancing. Truth be told, I’ve been too busy, working too hard, and too tired to really commit to this goal. I still have the desire. I dread wearing those ugly shoes and cardigan sweater. Help!

So I’m letting everyone know that I have a burning desire to go salsa dancing. I’ve found the venue: Thursday nights at a local club. 9:00 pm Lesson then Salsa all night. The problem is I have at least 8 friends who will do this with me, all women though. Hmmm – where will we all get dance partners? What to do…