Weekend.
It was a good weekend and it’s not over yet. Susi and I had some friends over for dinner last night and had a lovely meal. Then today we went to a tango concert at the National Theatre. It was a concert, the musicians were excellent, but then people got up and starting dancing. That was f—ing hilarious. There was one couple in particular, I took a picture of them with my phone (Susi and I made a cellular video call today, by the way, the future is now!), but the pictures I take with my phone are crap. This couple had their cheeks pressed together the whole time and basically walked around in circles, but they had obviously trained extensively at tango. A friend of mine, who is an Argentine aficionado, once told me that it isn’t about the dancing, it is the music. And of course, she was right, she always is (another Argentine trait), the music tells these incredible stories of passion, violence, betrayal and love. Yet, here was this couple walking around with their cheeks pressed together.
Then another couple stood up and the woman just spun around, like she was swing dancing.
But my personal favorite, we were standing (it was SRO) and right in front of me was a really old dude, who was just sitting there.
Then the band played a waltz. He sprung into action like a superhero. Grabbed a girl and started whipping around the dance floor in a perfect waltz. He may have been a leftover from the 19th century. But he tore it up! Of course, meanwhile, the tango couple are walking around, now with a rash on their cheeks, because they can’t waltz, only tango.
It was entertaining. Oh, did I mention the band was excellent.
Then we went to the Moroccan festival, which was rubbish. 3 stalls, one selling danishes.