OKAY..true story..when I was in Texas at a Country Western Disco..and yeah, they do exist..my co-workers don't seem to believe me, but I met this guy one night. He was in a black Stetson and beautiful pointy-toed cowboy boots and of course, black jeans. He asked me to dance. ( My grandpa had taught me the two-step when I was little). So I was good to go. We made a few rounds, and he slowed down to ask, "Have you ever done the Mexican two-step?" Of course, I said no. But I learned fast. Oh, it was a whirlwind night. I don't think I'd ever want to do just the regular two-step again.
P.S. It's taco night on Wednesday night. Somebody is breaking out some special beer, but I'm sticking with tequilla.
Happy cinco de Mayo!
ReplyDeleteFeliz cinco de mayo disfruta tu día . Te mando un beso
ReplyDeleteBest Cinco De Mayo story ever! I too was unaware that the country western disco is a thing, but I love it. That's so cool that you already knew the two-step when this dashing stranger asked you to dance -- and that you walked, er, two-stepped away having learned a dance that's even cooler!
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