What a great time we had. Yes, it was hot and it wasn't always easy to find room to dance, but it was a terrific atmosphere with good music and plenty of good partners for both the girls and the boys. Loads of Cardiff people there, though it's funny how much more fun it is dancing with the usual suspects in a different context. Actually I only danced with three non-Cardiff women all night, which is hardly entering into the spirit of things. One was someone who I used to look forward to dancing with when I came over to Bristol or Bath, but who I hadn't seen for about two years. Really nice to dance with her again.
I took to the stage a few times just to get some space. Which was normally OK, except that at one point I got up on the stage to dance bachata with one of the Cardiff girls and nobody else joined us. I don't mind bachata in La Tasca when it's too crowded for anyone to see how rubbish my dancing is, but it really isn't good enough for public display (particularly as I could see people out of the corner of my eye who were dancing it really well).
Even though I was enjoying myself I wasn't doing anything particularly interesting. Then I had the usual peak just before the slump: a couple of dances where I really seemed to be at my best, and then on the next dance I'd completely lost it and was going through the motions. (So had the woman I was dancing with - or so she said, though her dancing seemed to be fine to me).
The three women I'd travelled down with all left enthusing about the standard of dancing being better in Bristol. I think that's certainly the case with the men, though the overall standard of women dancers in Cardiff has really improved over the last year. And, in fact, the couple I enjoyed watching most was Kevin and Tammi.
I left feeling nicely relaxed and better than I had for weeks, even though I'd been feeling rubbish all day and would have had second thoughts about coming if I hadn't agreed to drive. It was a really good way to get into the festive spirit. Thanks Stevie, definitely one not to be missed next year.
I think there are going to be a few New Year's resolutions about getting over to Bristol on Wednesdays more often. It's not that easy for me - I can't afford to be knackered in work two days a week, whereas I can usually get away with being a bit spaced out on Fridays - but I'm going to try and get over now and again.
I had plans to get to the Toad last night but I was just too knackered after getting to bed at 3am, so that's salsa over for me until New Year's Eve. New Year's resolution is to get a couple of private lessons and to do some more practising. I've also asked Tammi to teach me that flashy lift she does, and I've now found someone who's brave enough to try it and light enough to do it without too much risk to either of us. (Well, she was brave enough when I asked her on Wednesday night - she'll probably have come to her senses by the next time I see her!)
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