I went to Bar Salsa on saturday night with Raji. Raji was having one of her depressed mood swings, so she was kind of not talking much and complaining about feeling ill during dinner in a chinese resteraunt with four of her 'friends'. The inverted commas are because earlier on in the evening she had tried to ditch them by gatecrashing a dinner party in Amalfi's in Soho. She was on a mission to have 'a good time', and didn't feel she would have it with these guys, so she was desperately trying to talk some other people to come with her. Hence the gatecrashing - i hadn't realised what she was up to, I thought the people we were going to 'meet' in Amalfi's would be expecting us, so it was looks of shock and 'what the hell' all round. So the guys we were with decided to ditch her and go eat somewhere else, and I followed them leaving Raji behind to deal. So we ended up in the chinese resteraunt, with Raji meekly joining us about 15 minutes later.
So yes... after dinner nobody wanted to go to Bar Salsa other than me, and this other guy Ashok who's a doctor. Got there, coughed up £8, waited in the cue for the coat room for 15 minutes, coughed up another £2 (so along with the meal at the chinese resteraunt that was £20 gone, gone with the wind) and then finally got onto the dance floor and started grooving. I didn't have guys bothering me at first because Ashok was there, but after he left at about 10 or something, I had to dance the obligatory salsa dance with drifting guys wanting to do their thing. I danced with this massive egyptian guy who kind of shuffled from foot to foot. I danced with this lithe italian guy with an intense stare who kind of stood diagonally, and grooved from side to side. I danced with this guy who was really into spinning the lady, and he kept on making me spin round and round, although it wasn't easy on the packed floor. And I danced twice with this small greek guy who couldn't really dance salsa, but pretended he could by doing lots of hand movements and spinning. Plus he then kept on telling me how nice I was, which I find quite a turn off - once is fine, but four, five times - too much! I excused myself and perched myself on the little wooden fence that ran along the edge of the dance floor. And boom! My eyes, my eyes! I saw Raji snogging this guy she was dancing with. Woah, I ran off and recovered in the seating area. The rest of the night was me cuing up for another 15 minutes at the bar to get a beer, and then being turned away because I wanted to pay with visa, drinking water, dancing a little bit more with Raji and dancesnog guy, running off to sit down and then bumping into a guy I barely know from University, chatting, him leaving, and then chatting the rest of the night away with his mad friend who insisted he was in fashion. Still, atleast he could dance. We left at 2am when the place closed, and walked back to my flat even thought she was in new high heels, and my toes were being squashed into unnatural positions in my dance shoes. She didn't want to lead her salsa guy on and she'd lost interest in him anyway. When we got back, it was 3am. fantabulous.