I took Alex to a Bar&Grill that turns into a whoopie bar around 9:55pm every night. They have dancing lessons every evening at 7pm and on Tuesday, it’s Salsa night.
The dance floor is quite large and nice but not exactly secluded. Surrounding the perimeter are tables for 2 or 4 where people not choosing to participate in the dance lessons can watch those that are.
Alex and I were very excited to finally be going to dance and learning the Salsa. Totally cool. I hadn’t gone to check out the place before hand so I wasn’t aware of the positioning of the room but even if I had, it wasn’t until about 5 minutes after we started that all the chairs filled up. With men. Men aged 45 and up. With little to no hair on top and greasy scalps shining through. Have I mentioned my daughter is beautiful?
About the time our lovely instructor Conrad *123* with the shirt open at the throat and his glistening chest gleaming beneath the lights *567* starting incorporating the turns *back23* and the side steps *glideandback* that I slowed a little and took a breath, laughing and looking around the room to see who else was having as much fun as us.
Oh, the vultures with their beady eyes. Alex and I sat down for a bit and got a drink of water and within, oh, 90 seconds we were approached. And then we left. Because, as Alex says, ‘Eww. Gross. That guy was hideoderous and he spit all over my face.’
*ahem*
Next week, we’re doing belly dancing, an all-women class in the female teacher’s home.
Heeee…I can just picture it! Sounds like you had a good time until the whole “spit in the face thing.” I would be afraid to try the salsa as I most likely would end up hurting myself…or others. 🙂
You have to tell me where it is. My demographic LOL.
Take your camera next time, please? This would be the most fantastic photo essay.
I think the all female belly dancing class sounds like it would be much more fun. I hate that nice things like that always have to be ruined by skeevyness.