Ah tango crowd, you are exactly what I expect of you. Amy had football, so I went alone (with reservations...I wasn't sure that I wasn't going to miss the book I put down to go). I had an interesting conversation with Woody and Derek about the percentage of indian blood in the Buenes Aires population...interesting until they argued the same point for the third time, neither putting it in terms the other could understand. Stefan from swing dance ended up saving me. He showed up, we chatted for a sec, then we went walking and talking around the Rice U shopping center for what may or may not have been an hour. It was very nice. People also started arriving about 5 minutes after we arrived. Amy would have had fun; Ina was the only girl until 10:15, and only 2 others arrived before 10:45. However, I feel almost guilty to admit it, I'm very glad she wasn't there for several reasons. 1) I would have felt bad walking and talking with stefan and ditching her for an hour, and while we could have sat outside to talk for an hour, I enjoyed the exercise of the walk. 2) Stefan and I shared a half bottle of bourdeau, i.e. we each had a full glass. It wasn't amazingly good, but I wasn't in the mood for my usual chai with almond flavor added, and that was a good compromise. 3) if Amy had been there, I would have left at 11:30ish. Because she was not, I was able to stay until the party ended...at 3. It was unexpected, as it usually is when an establishment closes no later than 1, but you keep the party going for an extra two hours, and they (meaning he, Dima) are kind enough to keep it open for you. I only danced 3 songs, I believe. Two were with a russian woman; her man (don't know relationship, but he was escorting 3 women, one of whom left early) asked stefan and I if we would ask her to dance, because she wasn't feeling great and didn't know how to dance more than a couple-lessons worth. Stefan, being new to tango, let me have that pleasure. And then later, after the russian pop songs had played, and we had worked through a little salsa, a swing came on and Stefan showed his colors, enough that they played more swings, and everyone (including I, who danced with Vanessa) tried our hand at swing. Rex was there, and he (of course) entertained for the last hour, despite heineken having stolen his ability to remember the lyrics to an entire song. And, Stefan and Susana (the host of the last party that went this late, at the Belmar a while back, who is very cute and teaches dance, having come from a dancer family) hit it off very strongly. The problem: she's 35, and he's 23, so she is very hesitant about giving him a chance. I know it's hard, but age really isn't the problem. It's that the things you want tend to be associated with a particular age group; people my age are not good for "financial security" or "emotional maturity", no matter how nice they are, how good they are in bed, how many good qualities they possess. And I have met very few people more than a couple years older than me that have retained their youthful joy or prevented life responsibilities from killing personal enjoyments. [shrugs] Regardless, I hope they do try, because they're both great people. And, I need to go run errands. laters, blogger.