I forgot it was Saint Patrick's Day. Had I known or remembered, I would have worn a different color - other than the green outfit I picked. Got to CITA late - sent you a text message saying: if you want to swing by around 1am, maybe we can dance one tanda together. I thought CITA was going to have more people. I get to CITA and I know I am not going to get any dances. Since many of the people there don't dance with me, some people are away, some people I just don't dance with anymore - or better yet: I don't dance with them anymore. I kept my poise. I was holding a secret. I thought this guy M. was going to be the dj and to my dismay he wasn't. The music was blah, even though I shouldn't complain. It was tango after all. But still. Being at CITA you always expect good music. CITA is like a home to me: it was my first milonga. Less than a year ago, I performed there and I hold that memory very close to my heart. Not because I was performing, but because I was in ...