I think I’ll be doing tango drills all day, in my heels.
I think I’ll be doing tango drills all day, in my heels.
This is just fucking paradise.
Here’s to hoping my right sacroiliac joint doesn’t EXPLODE in a gory mess of connective and muscle tissue.
I danced with the lovely girl in this video, last night.
Her leading is absolutely exquisite.
I need to take more milonga classes as a lead… Mmmm.
LOOK. It’s me! And I’m dancing tango. I’m the tall blonde one, in case you couldn’t tell. Christ, it’s painful to watch oneself dance…
So, tonight, this guy who’s flashy as all hell and dances tango … semi-professionally, at least (he dances at this big show that comes around fairly often, with pricey ticket sales), asked me to dance. Like, I kind of despise him just because I’m so damned jealous. And I figured I’d NEVER dance with him.
Seems I was mistaken?
It was pretty awesome. Even though half the shit he threw at me I couldn’t follow. And he was moving so fast that the entire room was literally a blur, except for him.
At the end of the second song? He said “Beautiful.”
What a wonderful thing to say.
Heart’s a flutter.
… From a tango house party.
And it was so fantastic.
I never quite realized how good of taste my tango teacher had until I started despising all of the music most everyone else plays at the milongas. And the music tonight… Augh. I honestly don’t think there was a song I didn’t enjoy. And I pretty much danced all night.
Tight, crowded space. Low lighting. Fantastic company. So many dancers on the floor. At first it was a little nerve-wracking, but then it became so much more intimate and enjoyable. Doing crazy moves with limited space is pretty damn thrilling, though at times I thought I might get a heel impaling my Achilles. I only led a few songs, but even that was enjoyable — Playing around with the floorcraft, only having enough room for one step in front and behind me.
Can’t come down.
