just a little. Just to the weekend.
Just passed the Corryong Tango weekend.
First of all, lets get it straight, a stitch in time saves nine, and they are as scarce as hens teeth.
Go on. Say it. What the fuck??? Ha just playing with you. Wasn’t that fun?!?!?!
But really folks. I did have a good weekend. As usual, on a Milonga weekend, I was totally wiped out. Those lights are a lot of work. Then I have to dance with someone. Yeah, that’s the really hard part. I was falling down, collapsing, by the time I got back to the cave at 1:00am.
On Sunday I went to the Russian class. My designated partner was sick. I got to lead (teach) a brand new lady. It was fun and she appreciated the experienced leader. Yes. I enjoyed it.
As you can see, it was a reasonable weekend. Regardless, I was sad I missed out on the Snowy Mountains Tango Festival, to use the long name. But I had to face reality. I did not feel good about not being in Melbourne to honour my commitments. It will be another 2 years before the next festival. Do I still wanna be doing the Tango at 75?
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