Last night, a girl at the salsa club had a seizure and they stopped the music (literally), cleared the room and called an ambulance. After the drama died down (the girl was fine), it was business as usual and the DJ commanded us to come back in and dance like we were kids in grade school being directed back to class after a fire drill...those salseros are so serious...(I was the first one back on the dance floor).

Salsa Guru has given his stamp of approval on my recent wardrobe purchases. I informed him that it's not hard to build a good salsa wardrobe since salsa clothes seem to fall in the under $20 Marshall's/Ross bucket. If it's something you wouldn't be caught dead in at work (or even around work people) or that a 13-year-old girl without proper parenting would cherish, it's appropriate salsa gear...slutty, flashy, cheezeball...

Salsa Guru did offer some hope in the Relentless Salsero School of Dancing Philosophy (all men dance salsa to get girls in bed) when he told me that as salseros improve they take a stronger interest in dancing (than in women) and adopt a, "Let them come to me..." attitude. I told him most guys seem to think they're already there...

Just for today, I am a salsa addict.