Cardiff is a great place for dancing – no question…

There is a huge choice of venues and nights – a thriving community.

Now you may ask why I  would travel from Bristol where there are plenty of Salsa classes and one Monthly event (Que Pasa) to pay an extra £5.10 bridge fee and £6 entrance to dance in O’neills Cardiff. To be honest I’m not sure myself…  I just get a feeling about where I want to go – sometimes its based upon having a chat with some people I know, sometimes its wanting to dance where nobody knows me, sometimes its where I will get the most out of a teacher, and I used to go to one venue just to see one woman (but that’s another story !) 

I haven’t been dancing for weeks (not since Cheltenham – 2/3 weeks previous), for me this is a LONG time… there is a good Salsa addiction graph ...see below



I’ve pretty much gone through this 36 month graph now and back struggling to go once a week… this showed last night as I became more and more frustrated with my dancing…

The lesson was good fun (Charlotte) although for me a woman teacher is no good for me (unless its one to one)… nothing is better than a guy telling you how to lead a move – but that’s a another topic

It was only when I started dancing that I noticed that

a)     My legs were tired
b)    I had forgotten LOTS of moves
c)     I was getting out of breath

This is soooo not me… well maybe.. a bit…. I think I know a lot of moves – a bit like I think I’m a better dancer than I actually am. 

But I did used to be able to dance 5 nights a week into early hours get up do a school run – work in an office all day, play gigs all around the country , then do it all again… (hmmmm…however this did land me in hospital a couple of years ago…).

Anyways it was all going wrong yesterday –

Its been a long time since I’ve looked at my dance partner halfway through the song and her eyes a glazed over – or shes looking for where her next dance is coming from…

For me ….Bachatta doesn’t indicate the rush to a beautiful woman ….and a long slow sensual dance on the half full dancefloor..

It indicates a trip to the bar for an expensive red bull – or in last nights case, a ninja style slow exit grabbing my coat from the shadows…

I left at 11pm (embarressed that I was leaving as hardened Salsa crows were still paying there way into the club)..my “Salsa tail” between my legs.