A splendid evening’s tango

I bought new tango shoes on a wild impulse! I got flat jazz-style jiffies with the flexible portion between heel and toe so there are 2 distinct surfaces of grippage.

My teacher, Anne-Marie, told me my dancing had improved out of sight, and I thank the shoes! I do like my heels, but I’m not used to wearing heels. And if my tarsal break starts hurting, then I’m in constant agony and can’t focus on my dancing at all.

We did lots of fancy new moves tonight, though Kal tried to lead me in even fancier moves which he knew from his class. While we were meant to be doing an infinite loop of sandwiches, Kal kept shuffling against my foot to pivot me, and telling me to “pervert! You have to pervert!”, wherein I began to laugh until we resembled an ungraceful statue.

Sometimes I fight a titanic inner struggle about whether or not to teach Kal the right English words or leave him in profoundly cute malopropisms.