arriba, arriba....

after work yesterday as i'm stuck in traffic, i get a call to see what i'm doing later on. um, nothing. all i wanna do is go home and chill b/c it was a long, hard week. but hey, i'm trying to get out and be active...so what the heck. i was told that a soror was in town and she wanted to go salsa dancing. cool, i've never salsa danced before - count me in.

let me just say, being the only 5 black women at a private mexican birthday party is NOT the isht! being the only 5 black women in a club where everyone only knows a little (and probably not that much) spanish is NOT the isht! having pedro stand up gyrating in front of you, hoping that you'll dance with him is not the isht! and avoiding eye contact with men who want to dance is not the isht! it felt like we listened to the same mexican song all night...but it wasn't the same song. my soror's friend was hilarious, but especially when she said hearing all those songs which sounded the exact same felt like she was running to the ice cream truck trying to get a chocolate eclair.

so that was my night, very out of the norm for me, but i'm trying to do some out of the norm things.