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.