unicidades

A year since the mugging incident and other personal disasters.

Looking for beauty once again.

I don't remember much from that evening. I don't remember the music we danced to. I don't remember how I danced. I remember the room being super hot and the sound being very precarious. I remember some people  were cheering for us. I do remember when they announced the 3rd, 2nd and 1st places. I remember being disappointed. It wasn't until later that I put things in perspective and realized that being 3rd was actually a great thing. It was only when my teacher came to me and hugged me saying: I am so proud of you! that I realized I had done well, despite the results, or I had done well and the 3rd place was actually fair and not a bad thing.

Our debut.

I won't be able to update the blog for a few days, but here's a link to the competition's website: Celebrate Tango.

I found a bird in a parking lot last night. He couldn't fly and was in the middle of the road. I took him to a 24 hour clinic in Davie Cooper City. Fortunately they gave me the phone number of a lady who rehabilitates wild birds and sets them free. After an adventurous route, Birdie and I made it to the lady's house. Her name is Bea and there was something about her house and her that reminded me of a Hitchcock movie. I left a little worried about Birdie, hoping that he would make it.  I called her today and she said he is fine. She couldn't tell me what was wrong with him, but she told me in the case that he is not able to ever fly again, her partner and her will keep him with the other fourteen birds they have. I am glad I found him a home and that eventually he's going to recover.

I still have to pack and iron a couple of dresses. I need to do laundry and I have to go grocery shopping. I should also call the person who is going to kitty-sit my monster, Edwin. This morning I had my hair done and pedicure. Tomorrow morning, I will get a manicure done and it will be my last visit before the trip to the spine doctor. I am happy to say that last night, my ear didn't bother me for the first time since October. They got ten couples registered for the competition. I don't know why I am competing. Am I ready? Time is running fast. Part of me wants to be in that plane already. I wish I could have had vacation this entire week, but someone in the office had already requested to be off. I as lucky to be able to get two days off to go to New York. My hair is now too dark. My good friend, C., from Los Angeles is going to come see me on Thursday and she's attending the competition as well. I am so happy I am going to see her. It's been six long years. My ta

I took a private with Jorge Torres and it was absolutely amazing. I was under the impression he was a bad teacher, but that's not accurate at all. My experiences with him were bad before, but he's actually very knowledgeable and goes to the point in a very accessible way. It was a wonderful experience.

The Boat Will Leave Tomorrow.

I still think about writing. I still think about documenting my life the best I can. Somehow, I am overwheld yet again by what we call "life". I have lost count of the things I had to do in these past few weeks. I was in a minor car accident and I finally got my car back yesterday. I have so many ideas, but little energy to focus on anything other than dancing. I got my shoes back yesterday and they look brand new. This new guy is amazing. The date for the competition is approaching and I feel controlled, but nervous. I haven't picked the dress yet. The dress I bought last yet goes up as I dance so I guess that wouldn't be my best choice. I don't know what the results are going to be, but I hope I can do the best I can without getting (too) nervous. I was frustrated last Wednesday when my teacher was pointing out a few things about how to improve my tango walk when I go forward. But as she said I have come a long way since I started dancing. I consider myself