An expat Californian building a new life via the tango in Buenos Aires since 2003, including information on learning the tango and where to dance it in Buenos Aires.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Even More Waiting...




WHAT CAN I SAY?







7 comments:

Biby Cletus said...

Cool blog, i just randomly surfed in, but it sure was worth my time, will be back

Deep Regards from the other side of the Moon

Biby Cletus

caroline said...

Please shoot me if I turn into a skeleton by the time I'm 50 years old. I went to a bar for the first time in a year two weeks ago and espied a middle-aged woman sitting alone, too tight clothes, too much makeup, hoping to meet a man. And thought to myself that I would rather be dead than be in her place. It's too depressing.

Cherie said...

Maybe she was just having a cocktail!

I remember a long time ago in La Ideal I saw an older woman sitting alone at a little round table with a glass of vino tinto in front of her, and I never saw her dance. At the time I said what you said: please shoot me if I'm like that at her age.

But now I think maybe she just enjoys listening to the music and watching. Maybe that's how she feels a part of tango.

Who knows what's in other people's heads?

Cherie said...

Saludos, Biby!
Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to leave a comment, and such a nice one at that! :)
Besitos!

caroline said...

Hey Cherie, I don't think she was just having a drink. the bar was kind of a dive, more like a university student type of bar. She was clearly there to pick up a man. i'd rather sit alone at a milonga, enjoying the music and the dancing than sit alone at some dive bar, looking lonely and desperate. it was the air of desperation she had that I don't ever want to have myself.

TangoSpam said...

It is always easy to say what you won't be when you are 50 when you are only 35 or so. Like I thought I was going to be living in Buenos Aires with people I don't know staying in my apartment, teaching english, and dancing until 5:00 am? Nooooo, life can be strange...and you never know how you will end up.

caroline said...

Well, I'd rather be like you at 50 than sit alone in a dive bar looking desperate and watching my life turn to ash while I'm still alive. That's all I'm saying, the photo of the skeletons tells me to make the most of my life while I can instead of waiting around for something to happen to me for I may die before it does. Women like you and Cherie shows me that life only gets better as one gets older.