What A Difference A Day Makes

did i ever tell you friday's my favorite day of the week?

i'm wishing every friday night would be as intense as last night.

yes, i'm talking salsa. it was my first night at intermediate level and i was SO late. but all was cool...the new steps weren't too tough. the coolness came after class...

fiesta, i started dancing with this guy melvin...tall dude. when he spun, i'd have to tip-toe and extend my arm so i don't hit his head.

so one song ends, and we part. in comes another one of my classmates and he asks me to dance. now this guy is a fantastic dancer and he spins the hell outta me. it was the most fun i've had during salsa.

that song's done. then another guy comes up...then another...and another.

man...i danced SIX songs in a row! i was sweating like a hog and still people came up to ask me to dance!

there was this one guy who was an extremely advanced dancer, and he pulled me onto the dance floor and started spinning me everywhere! through the spins, i kept yelling that i can't keep up...when, in fact, i could! i could because he was such a good lead and i just followed it.

you see...even if you ain't a dancer, when you've got a good lead, you'll be able to follow.

after six songs, i was bummed. as much as i had wanted to stay on, i had to go home to hyflux ;)

K tells me that every last friday of the month, fiesta will be at union square instead. 18 bucks, 2 drinks...and you can dance the night away.

frankly, i'm too scared to go into a club to dance. i'm too amateurish to join that crowd.

i'm really just too chicken to go alone.

would someone like to go with me?

(yes it's a question, and i'd like an answer...;)