Fancy Schmancy

I had to look for this video today. When I import it from Picassa, it won't show as a video, ARRRG. La Garua at the end of a night in winter. I don't suppose there is anything that interesting about it, but it reminds me that my favorite milonga is peaceful, civil, romantic, and comfortable most of the time.

It has to be good for the community when all the "kids" from across town come over to watch visiting stars. And maybe they can get a look at the calm side. It might look boring to them, but someday it won't. But it was a little nuts with a crowd, the flying back boleos, and the bumping, and the unknown factors to deal with. It made me nervous. I love the quiet Sunday afternoons rolling into evening, with the sun going down and the lights going low, and drifting away after beautiful tandas, driving over the lake and back home, or sometimes stumbling in to our favorite bistro for Croque Madame, otherwise known as a ham and cheese and egg sandwich. And if you eat it too often, you will indeed, croak. Sometimes a fancy name, or a fancy dance is just not needed.