Saturday night though, I have to say was a riot! The whole bunch of us including Guille and Gustavo went out to this club where it seemed like half the tiny province-town of Iguazu showed up on Saturday nights. When we first arrived we were handed the ever-famous free trago coupon, we walked throught the doors at midnight at first to find the joint nearly completely empty. We filled the little place up fast and 20 minutes into it I realized they were not passing one or 2 songs of salsa, but that the early part of the night is dedicated to the genre. I about died when I thought of how seriously lacking the place was with actual salsa dancers. Just as my ganas to dance were about to make my chest explode I spotted a skinny black dude near the bar who was grooving to the music in an obviously rythmically educated manner. My first thought was "Cuban" since I'd seen him earlier behind the DJ booth when I recalled "Represent" by Orishas (a famous cubas hiphop group).
Oh well, what the heck. I stood up from a complicated position in the midst of 10 or so ISA students and without a word about my intentions I walked straight up to him - after being confusedly intervened by the mozo asking if I needed a drink - to be greeted with a dropped jaw and amused black eyes.
"Quieres bailar conmigo?"
"Si!"
We were the only two fools on the dance floor and we were there a straight 15 minutes bailando como si no viniera manana, sweating, exerting energy, laughing at my rusty steps, and impressing the whole room.
Such a great moment!
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