Salsa Night

I had heard about Wednesday night salsa dancing at this place in Estes Park last summer, but I never went. I imagined that there would be people there teaching the clueless ones. I wound up going not knowing it was part of the post pizza dinner plans.
I’ve always wondered what Gainesville clubs are like, and I’m sure this was probably pretty close, not exactly beginner-friendly. I’m not entirely sure that most of the dancers on the crowded floor, including myself, were actually salsa dancing. I kind of just tried to follow everyone else. My semester of foxtrot, swing, line dancing, and waltz seemed to be worthless here. The worst part, which last the majority of the two and a half hours, was when virtually everyone on the floor paired up. If it were swing dancing, asking a random girl to dance probably would not have been that hard. Some of the couples were dancing kind of close, but it was not too bad. I know I’ve seen much worse dancing than that. I guess the darker club atmosphere had a negative effect on me. It wasn’t so much the kind of dancing. I was just way out of my comfort zone.
This was one of those times when alcohol did not seem to be such a bad idea. I mean, could these guys act this way without some kind of help? It was only a fleeting thought- you tend to think of some crazy stuff when you’re bored. Besides, I had the problem of two big bold red X’s on both of my hands. They didn’t fade one bit after washing my hands normally and did not disappear completely until today. I guess anyone who plans to drink underage should bring some really powerful soap in their pockets.
Overall I was glad that I went. The complete boredom of the last hour was at least worth tolerating to tell this story. I got more exposure to Spanish too. I could actually pick up some words here and there. But from now on I think I’ll stick with swing or something that does not force you to choose between boredom and kind of hitting on a girl or two in a bar.