Salsa Mama! or It’s hard to feel sexy when you’re also feeling your milk let down.
Sunday, March 9th, 2008Last night I reintroduced myself to the seductive rhythm of the Salsa beat after a long 10-month separation.
I was once an avid Salsa dancer– perfecting my turns and shines once or twice a week. And, that’s not all. I can not only salsa, but I can dance the cha-cha-cha, the merengue, the bachata, and the cumbia too. (Yeah, they’re all about the same…) I also like to brag that I won a Salsa competition once. (I really did. I won’t, however, comment on the number of contestants or the bias of the judges.) More than that, I played a salsa-dancing bird in a local production of Suessical, the Musical. (For children…) So, I like to pretend that I could easily take the gold on Dancing with the Stars. (Right, if I was a star…) But, yesterday, when I pulled my jazz shoes out of the closet, they were covered in what could have been a decade’s worth of dust.
