Unending Epilogue 2

May 2009

The whole month is now something of a blur – mostly because I spent a lot of time playing a real-time warfare MMPORG for about a month. For whatever its worth, I have been a top 40 player (and top player on third ranked alliance) in the server I ended up on for last few weeks. I should be dramatically reducing my playing time very soon however and probably will quit altogether since I do want to get back to doing other things.

As for Salsa, it has been once or twice a week outing for most of May. The venues I’ve visited include DC Dance Collective (second and fourth Saturdays), Clarendon Grill (Mon), Barking Dog (Tues) and some special events at The Salsa Room. With apologies to other venues, which I have not frequented, these venues at the moment are the premiere locations for ET On2 dancers to my best understanding. For whatever its worth, I probably ended up dancing more On2 compared to On1 for this month.

A question I had been wondering for a while was, “How much was my blog affecting people’s perception towards me?” A related question might be whether some people were more likely to dance with me or not because of the blog. After a month, I think it is pretty clear that the absence of blog here made absolutely no difference. None. Nada. Zilch. Some people don’t like dancing with me after once or twice. Some won’t say yes the first time I ask (some will come find me later). For whatever its worth, people in the know tells me that I may come across as too scary good for some.

From previous outings, I have been somewhat familiar with people like Earl, Beto, Jimmy, Janet, Josh, Maylis, Tommy and Tanya (some of these people teach, others are social dancers). I suppose I can add Leticia, Ceci, Brendan, Preston, Luz and Shaka to the list of acquaintances or more. For Haihan, I did dance with Charissa, but I didn’t realize it was her so no introduction yet.

The most annoying night happened while visiting a DC venue called Station 9 for someone’s pre-wedding party. The streets were a maze. My debit card PIN did not work so I couldn’t withdraw any cash needed for entry. The people I knew inside were out of cash. I called the bank to deal with the PIN issue only to be placed on hold and then sent to nowhere (or where I started from) until my phone ran out. By then, I had enough and went home. Oh well.