Sueltate

For some strange reason, I allowed myself to be convinced by a coworker that it would be "fun" to go with her to a dance put on by the Latin American Student Association at UCLA as a fundraiser. She's a member of the committee, so she was selling tickets to a bunch of the deskers. Even after insisting multiple times that I was white, and my dancing skills followed accordingly, I still found myself boarding a bus to Beverly Hills to some club, "Leonardo's", which was decked out for the occasion.



Here I am with a few of my coworkers that were also bullied into coming... though they were far more willing than myself. Basically the night consisted of a lot of music in Spanish, which meant that all of my friends knew all the words... Although on a better note, in my role of Captain McWhitey, I sang along to a sweet Michael Jackson tune that my more cultured brethren had not heard before.


Another coworker, Valentin, took all of us dancing at some point during the night. I'm pretty sure this was right before some unknown Mexican dance... I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, so he kept having to instruct me in between singing along. All in all it was a pretty fun night, even though I stuck out like a sore thumb. Maybe I'll work on my Spanish a little bit, and try again at the next one.