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Published: April 7th 2006
Last night was my first real tango opportunity. We had a party for the program, and everyone got together at La Fluvial, the best place in the city to get a bunch of American college students drunk on red wine without many serious repercussions. It was beautiful, right on the river with a balcony overlooking everything. Beba, the director of the program, had scared up about 10 tango instructors to teach the American kids how to dance. For me, it was lovely. I had the opportunity to dance with two of them throughout the course of the night. It was great, but slightly more difficult with the compromised balance that comes with too much alcohol. However, the second tango instructor that I danced with, Fabian, has invited me to go to a milonga tonight. I might just go to watch tonight, since I haven't had a chance to buy real tango shoes yet. But have no fear Gregory, I now know where the weekly milongas take place! The tango scene here in Rosario is not that great, since there aren't very many venues that are good for it, to really dance you have to go Buenos Aires. I think that I
might take some classes while I'm here too though. It would definitely be what would improve my dancing the most quickly... that and dancing with random men at the local milongas! Every Tuesday night, I'm gonna be at Willie Dixon, the local dance club, dancing tango. Then I'll probably go back every Wednesday night to dance some salsa along wiht it! Really though, right now I'm so disgustingly sweaty all of the time because of the humidity that I don't want to touch anyone! I can't wait for the weather to turn. Seriously, if this is fall, I don't want to know what summer was like!
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gregory
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near death gives perspective
I've been so frustrated with the dancers in portland that I've been thinking of quiting tango myself. That and my girlfriend hates dancing with me, so another strong motivator to quit. The dancers here (Portland) are so full of regional idiocincricies that you can't do anything with them. Lot's of "if the leader does this, the next three steps are this and the timing is this" types of things. Bullshit. It's tango not ballroom. Anyway a car came into my lane on the freeway, I swerved to avoid and found myself spinning (donuts anyone?) off the freeway at 70 miles per hour, and as well as realizing that I do not have, and cannot afford health insurance I also realized that I was being silly on the whole tango thing. They can be snobby little brats if they want to. I'm going to go and have a good time. As soon as my back is a little better anyway...