Winter Wonderland Milonga

Last night was the big Tango Alternativa Winter Wonderland Milonga and Masquerade Party. It was fabulous. White lights, sparkly snowflakes all under a blue light. Most everyone wore white–white wigs, white ties, white boa!  The place was packed and the dance floor swirled in a bluish glow. The diehards were still dancing when I left at [...]

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Beautifully Sad Waiting Women

I went dancing last night and it should have been a lovely evening, but it was so disappointing and the very reason I left tango before. Maybe, I need a new gig. Salsa is usually fun. Maybe, I’ll take up golf.
Women preparing to go to a fancy dance:
Shop for a pretty new dress, dry clean an [...]

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1:00 a.m. Tango

It’s nearly 1:00 a.m. and I’m just back from tango class. It started at 8p.m. but this is tango and sometimes things linger, the music gets louder, the wine comes out, the craziness gets started and the men start seeing who can hone the better moves with the better woman. It came down to an [...]

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Low Genetic Batteries

It’s such a  Monday today. Usually I like Mondays; I really do. Quiet returns as all working folk head back to their offices, but today I am beat. Apparently my old life (late-night reading or weekend Milongas [tango dances], sleeping in late) no longer agrees with my knew self-employed working life–the one where i spend my [...]

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Ruby Red Slippers

Goodmorning,
I’ve been up since 7am. For me that is EARLY. Normally, I am so good at crawling back under the covers, blocking out the day, hiding until I need coffee. But since I’ve been “working” on my Etsy shops, I’m anxious to get up and get busy.
It’s odd, really, maybe like the flu it will [...]

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Saturday Night–Tango Hibernation?

Saturday evening. I’m deciding if my knee is dance worthy. The new studio is not quite as cozy as the old one, which I loved in a seedy, downtown, slummy sort-of-way. Above a liquor store and a teensy bistro, it was a hike of stairs nearly wheeze-worthy. Nestled between art studios, it overlooked the street–horns, sirens, [...]

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Deprivation–shopping or sex?

Today I was out in the world, a place I don’t always like to be. It’s evening now and I am happy to be back home. Yeah, home. Zephyr is a big furry curl upon my bed. I’m nestled in at my desk, Anna Nalick on the play list. As soon as I’m healed (knee injury–slow recovery) [...]

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