“Blues is the closest you can get to legally having sex in public.”
Just… with clothes on.
Blues was excellent. By the time 10PM rolled around, I wasn’t really feeling like going. Rain was pouring, and it had been overcast all day, which– after a week of sunshine– completely killed my mood. I rallied and trudged down to the Karate Church (yes, really) where the dance was being held. Unlike last time, it wasn’t hard at all to get dances. I want to say there were at least 25-30 people at any given time, with various others coming and going. There were plenty of people for dancing, but in comparison to a club, the numbers were relatively small. Which was nice, because everyone was able to dance with everyone or chat when sitting down. Several Canadians recognized me from last time. Did I mention how cool it is that so many awesome dancers are willing to cross the border to come to little ol’ Bellingham?
More of my salsa friends came this time, as well. It was good to see them in a different context. One of my favorite local Argentine tango dancers came and I was able to witness some epic blues-tango fusion live. She made it seem so effortless.
I stayed for a couple hours, but by about 2AM the balls of my feet were completely raw. I’d doubled up on socks like I had the last time, but unfortunately it got to the point where I was unconsciously trying to spin on my heels. Not a great idea. Hopefully next month I will stop being an idiot and just wear my ballet slippers. I’ve resisted thus far because I didn’t want to be the odd one out, but if it means I can dance longer…
I came home and ate two whole packets of Ritz crackers. I was so freaking hungry.