Salsa party, with real salsa

I mentioned before that Carmen and I have joined the Zumba class at LA Fitness. After my first *exhausting* class the instructor assured me that this is not Zumba, it is Subé, which means jump in and dance or something. I think it means do so many fast crazy moves that your chest aches. Larry, that's his name, is a professional dance instructor, and motivational speaker.

So this week he motivated us to come to the Wednesday After work salsa party. Off we went, dragging Jaco kicking and screaming, to El Meson. This is a really quaint Hispanic restaurant owned by the Castro family. It has been around since 1988 and is a mishmash of little rooms, souvenirs, food inspired by the family's travels to Central and South America, the Caribbean and Spain.

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Here we paid our $10 cover charge (a bit steep on our budget but hey), and joined the group of 40 plussers. This was the real Cougar town I tell you, but not with Courtney Cox's body. It was crazy, just dancing any way and where you can in the small space, Larry cheering everyone on, teaching some moves, mixing the music. Loads of fun. Jaco and I know nothing about salsa dancing, so we just did our Boere-ballroom-blitz. I guess Larry was right when he said "dancing is all about the illusion", because people thought we were pretty good, even though we bumped into everyone, got stepped on, and almost hit a small person in the face (they were all so short, these people).

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So I would call this night a success. We had a drink, some salsa and red chips, and got home hot and sweaty. Beats sitting on the couch watching the weather on TV.

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