The night started out classy, romantic and educational and it ended with a fantasy induced sex-fest of a party (yet, still highly educational). 

Feeling pretty confident after our semi-successful polo debut we decided to give dance lessons a try last night. After very little research my roommate mentioned La Viruta for Tango, Milunga and Salsa classes. So, without much thought (beyond our fancy garb) we channeled our inner Patrick Swayze, grabbed a taxi and dove in feet first.

We were the most nervous about the women turn out. We didn't want to show up and have to dance with each other (not like there's anything wrong with that). I was also a little concerned about the third taco I ate right before arriving, and if it was such a good idea... but that's a completely different story. 

At first sight the place looked like a community center basement with a bar at one end and a small stage at the other. There were a ton of empty tables on either side with small cards that read "Reserved". We had a few minutes to grab some liquid courage before the instructors herded everyone into three different sections based on Tango ability. Stuck in the "First Timer" section with Greco and I were about 8 guys and 4 girls (2 girls came with guys). 

So, the first hour was spent learning the basic tango dance moves while Greco and I passed around a 65 year-old firecracker while her husband watched from the side line. 

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It's 6:30am and the DJ is just starting to get into his rhythm as the 300 plus music-induced-party-goers of Club Niceto rage into the morning. Joints are passed around like ketchup at a picnic and the tranced mob seem to move in unison to the beat. The bass thumps through your entire body as time becomes irrelevant. I'd say it was a pretty good night/morning...

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