- activism
- anarchy
- apocalypse
- Athens
- bicycles
- birds
- books
- Buenos Aires
- clubs
- coffee
- couple's dancing
- Dante's Inferno
- demons
- drunks
- Dyckman
- economy
- film
- fire hydrants
- graffiti
- Greek diners
- gross factor
- Havana
- idling
- immigration
- Inwood
- Ioannina
- it's a man's world
- Miami
- New York City
- Nova Speaks
- Ode to...
- odyssey essentials
- olympians
- on the subway
- Outer Space
- paradise
- police
- press
- prostitution
- public space
- restaurants
- Rio
- salsa
- school
- Sicily
- sidewalks
- Sinvergüenza
- star trek
- star wars
- stores
- street cookie
- taxis
- trees
- twilight zone
- urban confessions
- Washington Heights
- zipcar
Salsa misfits
Here are some hard-learned pointers Bianca and I learned this weekend as we (attempted) to be masked salsera crusaders this past Halloween.
- If it says “costume party”, you’re lucky if 50% of people actually dress up. It’s ok to be in a full blown costume if you’re good. But if you are not then…
- If you are in a full blown costume when most people are not and your costume also happens to be sexy, then you better be a real good dancer as all eyes are on you. The alternative would be not to care and just have fun, which is really the truth, but how many people can handle the truth? Apparently not the masked salsera crusaders who hid in the shadows. Partnerless.
- Be prepared to run into some doppelgängers if you bought your costume from Ricky’s. So did the majority of other people.
- Caped crusaders that go masked need a posse.
Anyone else have some salsa Halloween stories? Sadly, this is the extent of ours. We left our party conniving like Pinky and the Brain (no relation to how we really are except in planning) on how (next time) we’ll take over the salsa world.

