
Onstage that particular night was Gene Perry's Noche de Rhumba Salsa Jazz Orchestra. To say I was in Latin jazz heaven is the understatement of the year (probably an overstatement since the year just started, but you get where I'm heading). I literally could have been on that dance floor from the first wail of the saxophone to the last beat of the drum. I LOVE that music, and I LOVE the intergenerational vibe that Latin music always seems to inspire. Where else, except maybe a wedding, do you see octogenarians shaking their moneymakers right next to the twenty-somethings? It's a beautiful thing that I first witnessed as a 20-year-old in Barcelona at the bars along Puerto Olimpico and never forgot.
Was #1 feeling it? Not. So. Much. He did take me for one spin on the dance floor, after much poking and prodding, but I told him that was like me taking him to a bacon bar and letting him have only one strip. Oh well, it's not like "salsa-dancer" was on my list of "must-have qualities for a mate." And we still had a great time, and a good laugh about this area where our interests diverge so dramatically. We also both like Paula Abdul, so there's that.
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I will let you borrow my husband next time you need a salsa partner - it is his specialty! You would very much enjoy his families parties - they are salsa bonanzas.
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