Salsa Diaries

Salsa night at Borderline. Trying to make it a regular thing. Last time had a BOMB dance night, tonight was medium. Had some good moments, had some awkward moments. I'd like to blame the partners, but I have things to work on as well.

Things to work on/learn:

• Spins. Tighter, faster, more controlled, less traveling.
• Less traveling in general. Need to take smaller steps, not run away from my partner, and end up where he puts me.
• Styling. *sigh* I hate styling. But I need some moves so when my #$%$^&%^ partner throws me out there, I have something to do.
• Dance softer: I don't want them to think they're dancing with a freight train.
  
• Dance harder: Don't be afraid to strut my stuff, and show off what moves I do have.

Pet peeves!

• MEN. WHO. TRY. TO. TEACH. YOU.
  
• Leaders who don't LEAD, just dance their own little funky dance the whole time and expect you to read their minds.
• Leads who don't even dance the dance you're supposed to be dancing.
• Leads who are doing their own thing to the point of having their own RHYTHM and expect you to follow it.
• Leads who won't dance down. I want to be challenged, but after I fail to follow your poorly led fancy-shmancy-quadruple-turn-twist-flip-thingy FOR THE THIRD TIME, you should PROBABLY not try to lead it again. For heaven's sake, be a courteous lead, find my level, and challenge me APPROPRIATELY. I'm not having fun when I can't keep up with your RIDICULOUS moves to the point that I'm falling over my own feet. I am not that bad of a dancer, not anymore. When you screw me up, I don't feel inferior anymore; I feel mad. And I'm not going to dance with you anymore. Butthead.