2006-07-27 - 9:48 a.m.
Last night, I found myself in a Dance Party. It was an especially unlikely dance party. Just home from the gym, I was really sweaty and gross in my gym clothes. As I rode up on my bike, I saw that the Latina Matrons of my block were having a dance party across the street from my house.
I ran inside to turn off the alarm and when I came back out to fetch my bike, they waved me over. They insisted that I dance with them.
"I don't know how to salsa or merengue!" I insisted.
That was okay, they said. They taught me.
This would not happen if I still lived in a yuppie neighborhood.
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