Salsa: It's Not Just For Eating

5.3.2012

Thursday. Today I had my classes. There was plans of going to Max Brenners again (that chocolate shop off Wynyard). However the plans were changed to go to the Lindt Factory instead. They were going to meet at school at 8, but I didn’t feel like waiting around until then and I didn’t want to go home just to stuff some dinner and then rush back to school.

So instead, I just went home. On the way home, Henrique texted me seeing if I wanted to go to a pub and then go salsa dancing. And I thought, eh, why not? I had forgotten that Julliane and Hong said they might want to go to Max Brenners with me and the group. So I didn’t tell then that we were no longer going. So instead they ended up coming with me into the city to meet Henrique. I met Julliane at the train station, and he was on the opposite side of the gate. I told him we had to catch a train and he was all “I have a car,” and I was like “since when?” and he was like “I borrowed it, so I can drive us,”

So Julliane drove us. Which was scary. He only just started driving in Australia. Sooo I was nervous. And he could tell. But he ended up doing a great job. So we got to Town Hall, parked and then walked to the Queen Victoria Building. Henrique met us there and from there we walked to an Irish pub. There was a guy playing guitar. Apparently there are other nights where there is a big band. So we just hung out and talked for a while.

A little later Henrique’s friend Chris from Chile met up with us. It was totally weird. I was hanging out with 2 Koreans, a Brazilian and Chilean. Who am I? WHERE am I? Anyway, once Chris came, we all walked to this salsa bar place in Darling Harbor. We got all the way down there and then Hong and Julliane couldn’t get in because they were wearing shorts and apparently that was a “no-no” and this place. They said that they were just going to go home. I felt bad but they insisted they were going to go home anyways because they had work early the next day.

Anyway, at the salsa bar, Henrique taught me the very very Very basics of salsa dancing. I am not very good. There’s a lot of just “getting into the music” that I’m not very good at. I think Natalie would have died.

I ended up heading home kind of early (around 11) because I had class the next day. On the way home I was craving a soda so I popped into the servo. I got to chatting with the guy behind the counter and he told me I had to work until 6am. I thought, wow, that stinks. I’ll be waking up around 6:30 and he will have just gotten off work. I guess that’s what happens when a servo is open 24 hours.