Salsa

Nope, not chips, nor sauce, but dancing! Yes, for once I am not talking about food and gay bois!

It all began about 4 years ago (ish). At that time, Daph had this salsa class going on twice a week in her salon and invited two left feet here to join in. Needless to say I was the hopeless one but as am not particularly adverse to making an arse of myself, I went along for the laughs. And I must say it was fun!

After a couple of months of dilligently trampling on other people's feet my career as a sashaying salsa senorita adruptly ended - can't really remember why...

Anyway, after the handicap home visit on sunday, I received a wonderful surprise from Daph! The salsa class teachers were back in town! This time performing at the Qba, Westin Hotel! Wow! And lil ol me was invited over to her chums posh pad in Bangsar (the whole complex was stunningly beautiful, and incidently so is the price tag) for din-dins with Wilma (that's a bloke, by the way) and Norella et alia.

Upon arriving, I soon found out the ONLY locals were Daph and me. The rest of the 20 strong were Columbians, Venezuelans, Scots, Kangas... well it was a change from my usual gang of gay bois and "bananas".

Anyway, I was greeted with a flurry of hugs and kisses from Wilma and Norella and surprise, surprise.. they actually remembered me! Wilma even said I was good???!!!! or maybe it was the suave Columbian charm.. but now, suddenly I have the wish to start twisting around again.....only I can't say I actually remember the steps BUT I do remember something about counting to 4...I should be able to manage that!!