Sunday, March 15, 2009
Blister on My Foot
Lesson to be learned from this weekend: Never dance in pointed toed shoes. But you should definitely dance. And I did. At Maya upstairs, Friday night. I've mentioned before how I love Maya for its food, its bartenders and festive atmosphere, but I have to admit, I had not been upstairs to enjoy the music there until Friday night. It's a quaint place with a dance floor not much bigger than my office cubicle, but it didn't matter. The band, playing a mix of salsa, indian, and 'some funky vibe,' made you want to get up. And while there were two women already dancing who looked like they knew what they were doing, I had no fear (after a glass of wine). I got up and I danced. And danced. And danced. It was fun times ten. I didn't care what I looked like. I pretended to know salsa and rumba and sal-rumba and all those crazy dances you see on Dancing with the Stars. I highly recommend going to Maya on a Friday or Sat night (call first just to make sure there is going to be music upstairs, if you are going for just that). But whatever you do, don't wear pointed toed shoes.
Another lesson from this weekend: If it's raining, don't go to the UVA baseball field expecting to see a game. It ain't gonna happen.
Toodles
-A
Another lesson from this weekend: If it's raining, don't go to the UVA baseball field expecting to see a game. It ain't gonna happen.
Toodles
-A
# posted by Angie @ 5:02 PM 
