More milongas

So. Yesterday. Bought two, yes two, pairs of tango shoes. And I went to two, yes two, milongas. Though, only danced with one guy. If the men have never seen you dance, getting requests for dancing are few and far between. Though, I still loved going to the milongas, and there was a live band at one of them (Color Tango -- band, not the club name). At one milonga, we saw a couple of the Young, Professional dancing couples, and they were the most beautiful couples to watch. Absolutely glided across the floor -- like silk rippling in a breeze.

Oh, and here's the funny part: [I went dancing with the Australian chica] I met a couple of New Zealanders [friends of the A chica], also tango dancers. Back in September, or thereabouts, one of my original tango teachers took off for a month vacation in NZ. The people I met last night met him in NZ and [I believe] are somewhat acquainted with him. So, there you go: Six Degrees of Separation in Argentina.

One of the pairs of shoes is sex on heels. Lovely, dark raspberry red leather, lightly textured (almost feels like suede), hugs my foot and beautifies my foot most splendidly. I'm in love.