Salsa on the 4th of July

Salsa! Our dancing party has diminished somewhat of late but that didn't stop Daniel and I. After a delicious meald of hamburgers and chips at the "4th of July Get Togeter" at the Sonius', we headed into the night. Upon arriving super early (which always seems to happen.....I wonder.....), Daniel and I amused ourselves by wandering around the domain of the Aviation Center. The gym was full and so were the courts, which all proved very amusing. After discussing everything from school to powerwalking (don't ask), we decided to go inside and wait for the class to start. As everyone lined up in the respective classes, it appeared that the club wasn't as full as usual (which is very odd). My attention went back to our instructor - we were learning spins and I had "strategically" place myself close to Daniel seeing how dancing with strange men from the bar disturb me to no end. While learning one tricky dance move, Daniel, my adoptive Ghanian brother who insists he will always protect me, walloped me in the forehead. There was much giggling during that class and poor Daniel couldn't seem to grasp that move, that is until one of instructors came to the rescue. Michael (the Salsa king) finally threatened to slap Daniel if he didn't do it right...Daniel's mistakes quickly vanished under the threat of physical violence and pain. After class came free dance and after several dances Daniel decides its time to go. *okay, this abrupt deciding is starting to become a pattern with my guy friends...except with Conor it's about being hungry whereas with Daniel it's about pool....no wait, I lied....it's usually always about both food and pool....whatever* We go to Champs, grace them with our presence for about 2 minutes while Daniel scans the room for a long lost pool buddy. Then we brave our way across the road (it was wet...I got sprayed by a taxi....erg) to the Dr. Jeykll of Champs - the Bus Stop. Champs - the international sports bar. Bus Stop - the Ghanian sports bar. Daniel, as is tradition, won our way to the pool table. Here come the humilating part - I played pool. Now I've played there before but on teams. I think I broke every pool taboo there was in the game. Daniel put up with me (thanks Daniel =) and soften the blows of my humilating incompentence with a gracious smile. But, handicap or not, I managed to beat Daniel and his " I was born winning". After my somewhat disgraceful victory and a few more games (this time watching for the sidelines...pool can be very intense) we finally headed home. Maybe next time I can get a few more girls to go with me =)