I continue to be amazed by the girls in salsa. I can bang out long sequences of moves and they stick to me like glue, for the most part. Generally towards the end of the night I start getting a bit experimental and things can go a little rough at the edges.
Claire must have the quickest mind of the lot and we have a lot of fun adding a layer of goofing off on top of the dancing. Last night must’ve taken the cake though. God knows where we got the idea but she and I share the concept of “sumo salsa” whereby we strike the sumo pose and stomp our feet, for no other reason than we can. Last night I led her in a few moves, then cast her away and struck the sumo pose. Quick as a flash she matched it and then we went back into partnerwork. A bit later I thought I’d turn it up a gear: repeating the throwing-away move, I struck the pose again and she matched it. Then I attacked!
I have to believe that I let her win.