As I said in my previous post, this has been a particularly good tango week for me.
First there was Chester on Monday(see previous post) then I was able to attend Shrewsbury on Thursday. We arrived later than usual again, but we were there in good time for the mid class practica. Mischka was taking the class again and we did some interesting things with the Giro.
It seems now to be the highlight of the night when we all reconvene at The Coracle. We were determined not to stay too late as we had a lot to do the following day, but as these things go we did not leave until ten to twelve.
As we pulled out of the car park the local police just happened to be passing in the opposite direction. Suprise, suprise they turned around and followed me. Obviously I was stopped and breathalysed, when they asked if I had ever been breathalysed before, their eyes lit up when I said that I had been done three times. They now thought that they had a serial drink driver on their hands whereas it was obvious to me, that I meant that I had been breathalysed three times.Anyway I have a complaint for the landlord of The Coracle, the meter actually read ZERO. I know I only had mild shandy, but I would have thought that there would have been some alcohol in it.
Finally this week, we have had the first Gresford Milonga, I will not say too much about it. I will let the pictures speak for themselves. I would however like to give a big thank you to those that came and made it a huge success and overcame their superstitions. It was after all Friday 13th and when Sharon arrived there were thirteen people here.
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- The sign on the door says it all
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- Dave hogs the limelight
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- Suprisingly there was plenty of room
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- When everyone was dancing, there was still room.
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- Graham & Alison
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- Sharon & Viv
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- Sorry about the top of the head.
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- Graham & Alison
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- Glyn looking worried
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- Don’t look into the Camera Ralf
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- How could I not put this picture in?
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- Graham & Sharon
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- The Stairs got in the way a little, but it was good place for the “Tree”
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- Chilling out
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- Food is always more attractive than dancing.
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- Everyone kept to the edge, which helped
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- Just one picture without flash, just to give an idea of the atmosphere
We ended the evening with some Cumbia. With the music and the disco ball, I thought for just a moment that I was in Club Fulgor, Ecstasy. Finally we did some Chacarera, somehow it never fitted the music, but there was so much flouncing by the women and stamping by the men, who cared? it was enjoyable mayhem.
Sign on the door courtesy of : Alfredo F Martinez, filete Porteno. Feria de San Telmo, Buenos Aires. E-Mail martinezalfredo@yahoo. com
2 Comments
March 14, 2009 at 19:21
Yes you just don’t know when to leave do you!
Seriously it was a shame many left earlier, they missed all the fun of the chacarera. You have an open invite to the next one, just do not put banana in the cake. We are planning it already, and we will to lock all the doors so no one can leave early.
March 14, 2009 at 18:47
Viv & Bob
Thank you for a wonderful evening, we had a fabulous time and it was so kind of you to invite us into your house and I’m sure everyone appreciate and enjoyed themselves. We couldn’t quite believe the time that we left, the hours just flew.
C & G xxxx