"You look a little like a figure skater"

or so Sara told me while we were getting ressed to go out sometimes last year. And I thought, really? I thought this dress was cute? Somehow though, I sensed that this whole "Figure skater" thing was not a compliment, maybe it was because she could barely contain her laughter. This by the way is somethingI love about Sara, she somehow manages to mix polite with honest at the same time, which I love. Anyways, I still went out looking like a figure skater to some interesting results, but this is not really what this story is about. It's about a moment of "self-discovery" that I had last night.

Anybody who knows anything about Arnold and I knows that there are two things we are really into, church an dancing. For whatever reason dancing always seems to be the aspect of us that people find more interesting, but you know whatever, I blame it on Dancing with the Stars. (Emmitt rocks!) So for the first time ever, last night Arnold and I hit the mecca of Salsa Dancing, the SF Salsa Congress. It was awesome! First of all the brought Sonora Carruseles from Colombia, the best dance band ever, and the floor was perfect, not too sticky, not too fast. But it was there at the Congress that I realized something; salsa dancers are lunatics. I mean seriously, everyone there was dressed like an ice skater, or a skank or some other variation of ridiculous and this was just their normal dancing clothes, I am not even referencing the totally bizarre performance outfits. And don't even get me started on L.A. dancers, they have the strangest outfits of all, I blame them for this whole legwarmers resergence. Lest I get side tracked though the point is that now I know why I am strangely attracted to sequins, bright colors and ruffles, they look good while you are dancing. So if you invite me to a party, don't be surprised if I show up dressed like Michelle Kwan or Sasha Cohen, I can't help it, salsera soy, pa'que sepan!