Tango is a kissing culture: hi, how are you, kiss, kiss. I didn't really like it in San Francisco because I felt like it was kind of phony and that bothered me. I love it in Portland because I love the people I dance with. Tonight A. and K. had a housewarming party at their great apartment on Munjoy Hill, and after getting to meet a bunch of folks I didn't know, I found Liz out back in the kitchen. After a while all of TML was in there (how does that happen?) and then a couple of other tango dancers. P. showed off his always uncanny knowledge of astrology. He is really, really good at it. It's scary. And his gestures were gut-bustingly ridiculous at times. After a while more tango folks were in the kitchen, and then dancing started in the living room and then a bit later only the tango crowd was still around. Warm people. Kissing them is fine.
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