ladykatza

So Saturday night was suppose to be D&D night. I was very much looking forward to it, even though a friend of mine I really wanted to see bailed on us (I am very miffed with him and expect him to make it up to me). Well, our tank didn’t show up and the wizard was late, so I decided to go to the Milonga instead. What’s a Milonga? Its a Tango dance party. Tango of the argentine variety, not ballroom. Go here, if you want to know more.

Anyway, I had been taking lessons with a group called Tango Evolution for a bit before my surgery. I went back to my first lesson on Thursday and the instructors and regulars were all happy to see me. I felt good that they remembered me. After the lesson Edie (the cute blond instructor) aske me if I was coming to the dance. I told her no, I was geeking out. (These people are awesome, most of them are geeks too) So when I showed up she was surprised to see me. I told her that the tank cancelled on us. She replied “So you put up your dice and donned french pearls? Now THAT’S a woman.”

Current Mood:  amused