My friend invited me to a Salsa event last Sunday nite. I took a few
lessons about three or four years back, but haven’t really done much of it since, so I was kind of excited when I first heard about the party. After a very active Saturday though (two parties, about fourteen hours worth all up), attending another gathering was the last thing on my mind.
After a little nap and a shower, I started to perk up a bit and decided that, even though I wanted to rest, I should keep my promise and go. Hindsight being 50/50, I can now say that I would have made a big mistake had I not gone…it was an incredible nite.
The venue was the rooftop of an older looking building near my home downtown and the weather was absolutely perfect; cool, 65F or so, clear skies (by Osaka standards anyway) and a crescent moon hanging above. A live band provided the beat and film clips of older movies/musical performances were projected on the wall behind them.
A party is as good as it’s guests though, and I was pleasantly surprised with the people I met. It was a far cry from the usual disco goers; a little more upscale. People, for the most part, were there to dance and it was a refreshing scene. I had been in a dance hall just fifteen hours earlier and could not help but think how much more I was enjoying the salsa event.
I’m sure the pictures don’t do it justice, but take my word for it when I say that it was one of the more enjoyable outings I’ve had in quite some time. Everything just seemed ‘right’ and I am now considering taking up lessons again, just for giggles. About half way through, I was lucky enough to see a shooting star…I wished the nite wouldn’t end.