As long as this is love
I'm singing 'Anna Begins', and thinking about my aunt's seven cats - Leo, Caramel, Gremlin, Divine, Amber and Topaz being the only ones I can name - beautiful cats that are fully-grown and proud, curling on top of piano seats and brushing past your legs as if they were pillars. And I'm wondering as usual. It is my dad's birthday. We ate a very long dinner. We stopped at my aunt's house for a cat-visit.
Over the week I came to a conclusion.
Cuban guys are SHORT but
Cuban guys are HOT.
Unless ,of course, you're the sort of girl who feels a guy can't be hot if he's short. Well then.
Lady Salsa is awesome. AWESOME. I know I am OVERUSING that word. The storyline was as thin as butter and I came out knowing this much more about Cuba's history, but the music! The live band that was working it out, wearing mafia suits at one point, and playing my favourite instruments (Trombone! Guitar! Flute!)... and the dancers. There are eight girls and eleven guys. The sheer energy and love with which they pound it out, and so freely. So freely. I swear the guys have hips made of rubber. My mean and cold-water self says they do the whole stand-on-your-feet-and-clap-with-us thing at the end to make sure they can say they received a standing ovation, but well.
They deserved it.
And the guy who does a mean Spanish rap shouts teasingly, "Give me more power! I'm from Cuba."
And of course, when we're waiting outside in the dark for my dad to pick us up, we just happen to be standing right next to the backstage exit. Only we don't know it's the backstage exit. They stream out, shouting to each other in Spanish, and they are alien. Really alien. But in a beautiful way. The cute singer with the glasses keeps glancing at us. Han says cryptically, he expects to be bombarded with photograph/autograph requests. I prefer to think differently. We look as alien to him.
And when they finally stream by, off for some aftershow kicking-back, I look at them and smile, genuinely, because I feel a smile. He returns it with a quiet 'Hi', and after a backwards glance, leaves, and off they go.