salsero wannabe

on a whim, i went to a salsa place last night. not by myself, but with dot, ct, rob roy, and his mother. it was... interesting from the start.

dot forgot her i.d. and so we had to somehow sneak her through. fortunately the bouncer was at the bottom of the stairwell. the bathroom was behind that and dot needed to go. ct went to the dance floor upstairs, dot went to the bathroom, as did i. when i came out, rob roy and his mother were talking with ct. dot comes out of the bathroom just as a whole bunch of people decide to come down. the bouncer thinks that we've all been upstairs so she gets through without an i.d. check.

who said that divine intervention never happens?

we get to dance for about an hour or so, and since it's a tuesday night, the place closes by a little past midnight. no big, ct says he's had his fix.

after barking dog

we convene at tastee diner, one of my usual haunts in a past lifetime, and just jam. well, ct and i bug dot until she just rolls her eyes in surrender and we're doubled over laughing.

in all, it was a fruitful night out in town. we got to dance, considering we all work hard we deserve to party hard as well. we inadvertently convinced dot that salsa isn't all that bad. we got to hang out like old buds ought to, and everybody had a good night's sleep after that.

well, if they didn't, i certainly did.