I don't know how much more can be said about my ability to sweat, but I'm starting to think I should bring a change of clothes to the club. Last week, my friend Ivy League Salsera and I went to the AM/PM after dancing to get some electrolytes. Anyway, I had, as usual, drenched my clothes and when I pulled my money out of my bra, where it's (usually) safe, it was soaking wet.

The cashier was talking to three black guys about Kobe Bryant like he was a close personal friend, and didn't notice when I took my money out of my bra. However, when I handed the money to him, he knew it was wet.

"You bin in da poo'!" said the cashier. I nodded and smiled as if, yes, indeed I had just fully clothed jumped into a swimming pool at 1:00 am.

Just for today, I can be a Sweaty Salsera.