The 6^th annual San Francisco Congress (although it’s still a bit odd how it’s located in Oakland) had some clear changes this year, but definitely for the better.

 

Although the Salsagang booth was open mostly just on Saturday, it was definitely a good experience for me and the rest of the SG Crew, but more importantly it was our way to get our face out there. It's been just over a year since we started the new site and it can only get better over time.

 

"So what are you doing for the weekend I asked?" I asked. Who knew it would've led to a sexual harrassment claim.

"Oh no you don't! You can't cut in line! You get out and go to the back like everyone else!" While the woman continued to make a scene, Kate had her back towards the woman, too afraid to face her.

It my second time at San Jose International since the last incident where I almost missed my flight to New Mexico. It was Friday again and I was skating on time again. Jose was on time at 8:20. Flight leaves at 9:05 to Hawaii. I figured I had plenty of time as usual.

It's not complimenting them up/down or giving them gifts, the greatest form is writing about them.

Writing about someone means you're thinking about them. Be it in the form of a survey, a blog, an interview, or a blog, the fact that you mention that person's name (or not) means you were thinking of them in some form or another.

I get a great pleasure reading blogs about me, fortunately most of the blogs I've read were of positive things. It's a strange thing to see the words written about you that seem to jump out of the monitor/page.

To Learn to lead again in salsa, I didn't think it would require so much work.

As a guest of Billy Bob (www.mountainsalsadance.com) at his Salsa-2 lesson in Reno, it would be my first official salsa lesson-series with someone else other than mine. I made it an effort to take on the role of a student eager to learn rather than an instructor set in his own ways on how to dance.

A relationship where you can be yourself. it's so good that it can turn back time to when you were an innocent child.

In a world and time of social standards, many of us can still remember the time when we were innocent...we didn't work...there was no social norm to fit...or try to fit in, no boss to be over us.

 

"Where the hookers at in Reno?" I ask Kate. I didn't realize she would know where they would be at.

 

"Hey, is it going to be okay if I'm 20 minutes late?" Jose asks. It was 8:20 and my flight leaves at 9:10 from San Jose. I wasn't going to make it.

The words were uttered to me. The first thought in my head wasn’t “Yippeeeee!” or “Wahooo!” or anything like that. My first thought was pure silence followed by “where, when, and how did this happen?”