This post contains
bad, foul, filthy and unacceptable language - the words that “will curve your
spine, grow hair on your hands and maybe, even bring us, God help us, peace
without honor.”
This is not a post
for children. Kids, take a hike.
This is also not a
post for those adults who are offended by this type of language. Do
yourself a favor, and go read some of my cute stuff before moral outrage can
kick in.
The room always looks a little blurry when I spin.
Prologue:
We skipped a semester because Rosa had knee surgery. Well
before the summer started we forgot just about everything, which meant the
wedding at the end of the summer left both of us constantly asking, “Which dance
is this?” Closely followed by, “and how
does that go?”
There were brief flashes
of Latin music, where Rosa would explode into the proper moves, and I’d get out
of the way. This never lasted very long,
because the DJ was big on mixing songs before they were half over.
That technique caused me
nearly infinite problems as I usually required half the song just to find the
beat.
Luckily, we made it out
alive and were able to return to Tony’s instruction.