Salsa-style Sarah

Last weekend I went Salsa dancing with Liz and Steve. And, I had a great time... wiggling my little bottom to the funky rhythms of the band. And, how funky were they?! So funky. I danced five times, twice with Steve and three times with some other guy, I forget his name. Its like being at school dances, isn't it? Counting off how many boys I danced with and for how long. However, I didn't "go behind the curtains" with a random St Pat's guy... Nor did I go into the TTR with a Wellington College boy like Kelly did in fourth form. Ooooh. When I got home I tried to convince Andy how much he wanted to take salsa dancing lessons with me and he was very noncommital and LAUGHED at the idea. And so, my life as a glamarous salsa dancer [ONE two three, ONE two three]* remains a dream. *This is actually the wrong count for salsa, which would explain why I danced so badly, stood on numerous toes both of my partners and of those around me and fell over flat on my back once. ONE two three, ONE two three...