Find that Special Person this Sunday
Last Sunday I went to the new salsa place in town, Boulder, where you can dance. No cover charge. Sounds great ! – I said. So, me and my posse (that seems to be the “cool” word lately, so I’m trying to catch up with times and look cool) went ahead and check it out.
After some afternoon samba dancing at Rumba ( tucupaca, tucupaca, tucupaca, chiqui, chiqui, tucupaca – the music still in my head), some healthy dinner and strange conversations (as usual) we arrived at Reef piano bar. There, the DJ was playing some nice salsa music but nobody was dancing. My very energetic, Sebastien, hit the floor right away (because once salsa is playing, nothing can stop Sebastien’s enthusiastic legs). I just stay low checking out the place and decoration around.
Later, I decided to dance. After the first song, I was exhausted and thinking – “I might have found that special person” – I felt sparks when I touched her. That’s a sign !! The feeling didn’t last long when I discover that a dance floor in this place does not exist … everything is carpeted so was electrostatically charged. So there you have it; the perfect place not to dance salsa; Latin jazz and carpeted floor. … I forgot, the air conditioning wasn’t on either. I’m still going this Sunday because not many people know about it and it is always nice to spend some time with friends on Sunday afternoon … just before the beginning of the week.
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