Isn't it very rare that you enjoy a very unimportant outing much more than you thought you would?

I went to tango this evening. After a very dry season of tango during the holidays (although I had a very enjoyable New Year's Eve Milonga) this one class + practica felt very good. My favorite leader was not there, but oh well. As I always say, you can't do much about the ones that got away.

I'm very proud of myself for the last few weeks: I follow my heart, I work hard, I push my body to its extreme in bikram yoga and I dance like nobody is watching in tango. My feet are on fire. There is nothing better than a tiring night of milonga that lasts until the wee hours of the morning. The sizzling pain on the balls of your feet is only your proof of the fun you had. When you ditch your expensive shoes aside and start dancing with bare feet it's even better.

So after a very normal but long awaited tango evening, two girls go to the bar they always go to. They enjoy three beers each, non-stop talking, about tango, about work, about guys, about friends, and they end the night with trying to get out of paying parking fee and spending a good half an hour laughing about the failure they had.

Man, there isn't a better world.

Although, it is very ironic and painful to say but, my vacation related problem has been resolved today. It turns out, I could have gone home for the holidays, and still be able to come back for work in time. I could have spent an unforgettable week in my college town, with friends I haven't seen for the longest time, and I could have entered the new year with family, celebrated my dear daddy's birthday, after years of not being able to do so.

Could've would've should've..

When you decide you should take chances, it never pays of; and when you say I'll play it safe this time, it comes back and bites you in the ass or rubs the good outcome on your face.

I either need a very awesome love affair or very good fortune in gambling. I'll take either.


Happy Wednesday to you all.