The last time I took a tango lesson was during this year’s free day of dance.
Since Halloween fell on a Thursday, I revisited my old tango school for their regular tango lineup: beginners, intermediate, followed by a practice milonga.
The original plan was to do all 3, but since I’d gone to my usual 60-minute circuit training workout earlier in the day, my permanently injured ankle was not having any of that–despite massaging some CBD topical on it beforehand.
After the beginner’s class, I attempted to take a picture with the teacher,
but her son, Jokester Santa, photobombed us.
Nonetheless, we took advantage of something else distracting him to take our picture.
After the intermediate class, I saw a longtime tanguera dressed as a pirate.
Of course I couldn’t resist inviting the mermaid to pose with us.
Sequins and colored wig?! That was taking a page right out of my costuming playbook.
There was a practical use for wearing green lipstick on my part: no mistaking which plastic wine glass was mine. I meant to exploit that aspect of my costume for the entire night, but after attending both tango classes, I hobbled out while I still could.