Dancing was decent tonight. Carl taught La Mucara, and I caught on by the end, but it’s still not to the point where it feels “natural” to me yet.
I met Rick, who was from Orlando, and who had his eye on this guy named Ed, who was from Miami. Supposedly they were both staying at the same hotel, in Chapel Hill, and didn’t know each other.
However, by the end of the evening Ed told me that they had either both lived in, or met, in Tampa several years ago. As the night went along, they both became unreliable narrators.