La Nuit Blanche

I was talking with a friend of mine last night, and she told me that she tries to think of her home city as one big huge practica, in preparation for her next trip to Buenos Aires.

No matter what the event — milonga, festival, workshop, birthday, wedding, housewarming, or a real practica — she just tries to get as much dancing in so she won’t be “too rusty” the next time she goes to Argentina.

Hmmm.

(No wonder so many people look and feel like they’re practicing here in the New York milongas…)

6+ months of practica doesn’t sound like too much fun to me, although, apparently, this curbs her yearning for BsAs somewhat.  Not surprisingly, her dancecard has been getting emptier and emptier…

I haven’t been dancing much.  I miss seeing my friends, but the thought of going to the same old dilapidated venues, to the same old DJs, to the same old tangorillas creating havoc on the dancefloors, to the same old cliques that don’t speak to each other, to the same old drama of who doesn’t like whom and who’s getting a big ego these days, blah blah, day in and day out…

It’s all so tiring, you know, and my desire to take my shoes with me on a night out just evaporates.

I miss the variety of the tango scene in Buenos Aires.  Ofcourse, everyone has the local milonga they go to regularly (which do not even compare to most of the milongas in New York City), but one can go to a different milonga every night of the week for a month, and still not have tasted everything the city has to offer in terms of tango.

I think it’s time for some festivals.