It is a grey Saturday morning in Astoria and after a long night of excess (that began with a Negroni and ended with black truffle pizza), I already feel as though the weekend were over.
Luckily, I should begin preparing for my marathon of tango: workshops, a party and the All-Night Milonga. I should also steel myself against the slings and arrows of girldom by screwing shut my eyes and putting both feet beneath me where they belong. I do not give a damn about anyone, save of course the partner I dance with in any given tanda.
That is all. Admire my conviction. Are you convinced?
Luckily, I should begin preparing for my marathon of tango: workshops, a party and the All-Night Milonga. I should also steel myself against the slings and arrows of girldom by screwing shut my eyes and putting both feet beneath me where they belong. I do not give a damn about anyone, save of course the partner I dance with in any given tanda.
That is all. Admire my conviction. Are you convinced?
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3 comments:
Mmmm... black truffle pizza...
i'll be convinced if you're home before two. *smile*
Gabby, if you had to be one of the Brothers Karamazov, I think these days you sound like Dmitri. The sensualist. Roll with it.
xo
S-O
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