Am I bothered?

Saturday night was an annual event which once upon at time was my first full floor, lots of people dancing, tango experience. While I am not particularly worried about the milestones I pass I find them useful points to turn around and look back at the way I have come.

Way back then I was a green dancer. Now, while there are still a few patches of green, I am a hardened organiser*. What was unusual was that for once I wasn’t bothered about the social machinations, whether the playlist was any good (actually I ended up DJing the first hour to let the host go and get changed) or whether a wild bull had just been set loose upon the dance floor. For once in a long time I came away not wanting to play zero 7s – This fine social scene.

I pretty much danced with who I wanted to dance with and was fairly happy in accepting the requests that I did get. I had one or two extended tandas with an old tango-buddy anad we both agreed that it had been far too long since we last danced together. I finished it off with a very nice last tanda with someone who the last time we danced it was not at all pleasant due to a floor that was as tacky as hell and bad shoes, so the quality of this tanda was a pleasant surprise.

All in all it was a nice night because I wasn’t bothered.

(I think I shall place my quibbles about my own dancing in another post)

*I am inclined, at times, to watch the entire floor and what goes on around it as much as I am a single couple.