Felt awful today, beyond tired. The last few days I wake up feeling that sleeping is a lot of work. Dehydration, maybe? The exhaustion didn’t lift at the low-ceilinged milonga at Bebop. The music was bland and the sound system turned it into porridge.
Again, it was great to șee friends, and I got to meet Marc’s husband at last. But I wasn’t moved to dance much. Heat + low ceiling + boring music…
While not dancing I noticed to my surprise that women seemed to make up nearly half of the dancers.
Noted that mostly people are using the cabeceo.
Photo from last tanda with extra space.