Dance War

It's nights like this when I'm on the computer, while listening to my IPod, taking breaks to read my book laid open and eyeing the remote that I wonder if I have a touch of ADD?? Just a thought...but i digress. My mom is a big geneology buff ( I hope she agrees with the term) and a few years ago upon doing her dad's family history which was completely unknown with him being adopted by both parents, we came across the fact that we infact have some Cuban that runs through our blood. Now, i think my own fraction comes to 1/16th, and not being overly skilled in math, I can still appreciate that that is not alot. However, we have fully embraced the Latin blood as if the Cuban mothership was calling us home. It is probably what compells me to keep taking the Latin Fusion dance class at the gym. The ability to shake my hips must be in me by simple genetics right? This is by far one of the most fun things I embarrass myself with. So, it's one thing for myself to think I am muy caliente, but I am pretty sure tonight that the girl in front of me was deliberatly competing with me. Hear me out. So, I'm in the second row ( I have found by trial and error that the front is the most humbling but a nessecity if you have a chance in following) and there is this girl in front of me who I mentally started to refer to as Skinny Pink Tank Top, who was really good. Good as she was, I found myself irritated that she kept finding a way of blocking my view of the teacher and mirror. I thought at first it was innocent enough, just frustrating. But then, I noticed that whenever I started to really get into it, she would immediatley start getting all dramatic and showy. I thought I must just be dehydrated and imagining it but then I realized she must be watching me because during a cha cha, pivet series I made a mistake and she made the same one! I was now convinced that Skinny Pink Tank Top was infact watching me and trying to one up me (although I have no idea why, maybe she sensed my 1/16th) Which I started to find really funny and it flipped some random competitive switch in me and I found myself calling upon every dormant Latin gene in me to give Pink Tank Top a run for her money. Just between you and me, I'm glad there was no real money actually involved but it made for an interesting class nonetheless. And seeing as I cannot find my camera currently, you might find yourself reading more of these little scandalizing tidbits till it resurfaces. Sorry in advance. Buenos Noches!