Me gusta moverlo, moverlo

Saturday night I went to my first dance in San José, held by the high school to raise money for their computer lab. Now I am one of those people that love to dance, and not in a sensual vixen kind of way, but rather a dance-until-soaked-in-sweat kind of way. So there was no way I was missing this dance, the only thing San José had going on after 8pm in MONTHS. The religious women in town told me dancing was a sin, dances were horrible raucous affairs, that men would grab me and people would be drunk and engaging in sexual acts on the dance floor. I paid them no mind… I was going to this dance.

The bad thing about the dance was the incredible glut of hombres—there were almost no women there, which made me quite the target for sloppy drunks asking me to dance with them in a sloppy fashion. The good thing was the presence of the high school kids, who helped shield me from the crazies… the girls hid me in the kitchen, the boys pulled me onto the dance floor before anyone else could. It was awesome. In the end it was a very fun night, the high school raised a bunch of money and I got to dance all night with high school kids about half my size. Again, awesome—or as they’d say here, Qué macisa!!!