18. Tumbling
October
Come to my place on Sunday night the 11th for a grand amalgamation of all the finest things in life: music, drink, food, good friends!
I plan to make squash soup and a dessert. It would be great if you could contribute salad, bread, or wine. (Or Johnny Walker.) Let me know what you plan to bring. Also, feel free to invite others - just give me a heads up on that too.
Where: Calle Moratin 5, 2D, Anton Martin Linea 1, Amor de Dios exit
When: Sunday Oct 11th 21h
I propose that at 23.30 we depart for El Junco, near Alonso Martinez (Linea 5) for the amazing blues jam there.
Let the RSVPs begin….
xx
Liz
Hi Liz
and thanks a lot, of course I am in
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Robert
Hi Liz!!
Your invitation sounds really good!!, I confirm I will go to your place on Sunday night. It is great that most people do not have to work on monday and there’s no rush in coming back home early, jeje.
My small contribution can be bring a nice salad if that is OK.
Have a great week and enjoy your wonderful dancing.
See you!!
Lucia
I’m in. I’ll bring some bread and wine.
-Alexander
I shall be there with bells on. I might bring my rosemary potatoes and wine. When we’re closer to the event, you can let me know what you really need.
xx
Willow
Hey Liz!
I´m in as well! Thanks for including me… I have no clue what I should bring, do we want more salad? Veggies and Spinach dip? a Dessert of some sort? Let me know what would be most helpful!!!
See you Sunday!
Ayala
Hi Liz,
I wanted to make sure that I would be around this weekend before replying, which I will be! I’ll be happy to bring some wine…or maybe cookies!
Thank you for the invitation. I look forward to seeing you!
xox,
Porter
hey sorry about not getting back to you earlier. i will be bringing my roommate and hummus and bourbon. looking forward to it. see you sunday. taj
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“Will he dance? I want to see him dance the lindy hop,” Ayala said, of Alexander, at my dinner party last night.
“If you ask him he might,” I said. “I don’t want to ask him. I don’t want to put him on the spot.”
I crossed the room to change the playlist on my laptop and chose “Look-A-There” because I figured it wouldn’t be too slow for him. He would probably rush the beat.
“Are you sure it’s ok?” I asked as we jockeyed. The guests were all seated around the periphery of the large blond hardwood living room, or they were out on one of the small balconies (I think Robert was having a cigarette) so Alexander and I had to dance at the center of the circle.
He said yes and danced with me. It was fine. I knew it wasn’t what he wanted to be doing, though. He complained that the song had been too fast.
“Really?”
“I’m not like you, Miss Anything-Under-210-Is-Slow.”
“No, I just mean, that’s good to know that it’s too fast for you. I wanted to make it easy for you and I didn’t want it to be too slow.”
I wished more than anything that I could keep dancing, with someone who also wanted to. After I complained about this to Lucia and Robert, Lucia suggested I ask Angel.
“Good idea. Maybe he’ll dance with me here - “ I pointed to a little space at the edge of the room near the corridor, which would have been too small for lindy hop.
Angel agreed. I put on one of my favorite salsa songs. After that we danced a couple more. “You have made me so happy!” I told him.
“Next week you have to come to CATS,” he said, referring to our favorite salsa club.
“Oh yes, and Saturday we go to class. Right?”
How I’m going to deal with not being Alexander’s girlfriend is to DANCE. Angel is reasonably good. He can transfer momentum to the girl, and he’s relaxed, unlike the lindy hoppers, whose efforts to lead are stuck and hampered and chunked-up by tension. He needs some work on alignment and precision, and then he can add power, and he’ll be awesome.