I celebrated the 4th of July at a party that was a throwback to my college days. At least, I acted like a freshman at her first keg party...with slightly less dignity. I'm not someone who believes that drinking and dancing mix, (because I take my salsa very seriously and it's really hard to spin with a buzz), but as soon as I caught glimpse of the porta-potties, kegs, and make-shift backyard dance floor that was soon sardine-packed with people, I realized that this was no regular salsa night...That combined with the fact that in the past week at least five people have told me that I seem to stressed out and need to loosen up, led to a night that may just be the beginning of my long overdue drinking problem. I have to say, in my stressed-out, over-worked, over-shopped, over-salsa-ed mode, I had totally lost touch with the beauty of getting wasted. Not to mention, I get why people drink and dance. It may not look good, but it's way too much fun...

However, the night did not come without collateral damage, which included: even more trashed salsa shoes (don't ask me why I walked home in them), one even more bruised toe (the same injured toe got nailed four times), the loss of my cute little jacket (my boss said that you know you had a good time when you lose something...), some grains of dignity (at this point, I don't care...besides, does dignity come in grains?), and a lot of inappropriate comments that I hope people were too drunk to remember (I told Relentless Salsero what I call him...he doesn't seem to mind, but he is changing his tactic and claiming that he was joking all along...whateva!).

Just for today, I am free to act like a twenty-year-old.