I really can't get behind this whole turn-into-a-pretzel-while-you-dance thing that the French seem to be all about. It just leads to me hitting my partner on the head (twice) or turning the wrong way and body-slamming another girl (once) or... Continue Reading →
I headed to the first salsa class of the semester on Wednesday night super excited to show off my moves, but to my dismay I was thwarted by an island off the coast of Florida. The intermediate class was scheduled to... Continue Reading →
Margaux Rhymes with Fargo 