In the past couple of weeks, I have decided to augment my tango readings with some live events. Bingo-tango last week, and a practicum or two this week. Besides getting to dance and watch tango, I can talk to people.
After opting for the lazy last Thursday, I got myself together to go down to Ritz Tango Cafe last night. It was fairly close, involved a class, and I knew I could find it. Put on my work clothes, got pissed because I packed the wrong shoes (the tango shoes are sitting in a black bag in Ohio), and drove down Ashland fashionably late.
It was a little coffee shop with all the tables and chairs shoved to the side, revealing a beautiful floor. Subtle lighting and good music. And not a SOUL there! After a minute or so, the owner arrived, explaining that I just missed the crowd, which included more guys than girls (he must have been lying, because that NEVER happens). He wanted me to stay to see if anyone else would show up, but I took it as a sign I should go home, get some sleep. Will try on Thursday.
Now to reckon with the Princess roommate who has added a second bag of trash to her collection in the kitchen, which, despite her promises, has been sitting there for nearly a week. And since she clogged her shower, she decided to use mine. Now it's clogged and there's a pile of nasty she failed to clean up when it finally drained. Grr. That's one thing I won't miss!
on Pandora: "Young Folks" - Peter Bjorn and John
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