Tango news

I am still dancing!
I am already a 6 months old dancer!
Time flies by, doesn't it? I made it to my first milonga! And Yes, I even dressed up and sported my brand new Argentinian custom made shoes! And yes again, I didn't not just go, I actually danced!

I think I am becoming better by each moth, or at least I bloody hope so! Since this tango craze our appartment is in shambles - I don't clean, I don't cook, I don't do laundry as often ... I just dance, dance, dance and shop for tango shoes, tango dresses, tango CD's, tango DVD's. My classmates seem to be very similar, yet there is such a variety of persons in these classes ....

Here is the list:

Macho Guy - works in New Jersey and is a real ass when it comes to dancing. He always has snarky comments and shows off his tango skills like no-one other! To be honest with you, I am a bit scared of him. I always try to smile at him like there is no tomorrow, but he just nods - if that. I had it with him the other day when after trying desperetaly some sort of figure he said out loud "Change partners". That little P-R_I_C_K!!! It bothered me so much, that next time I told him that he "hurt my feelings" but that's me being a diplomat becasue what I really meant was "You're an asshole, has anyone ever told you that?" .. he apologized, but we're still not friends!

Dracula Girl - really weird! She dresses "gothic" or whatever the term is for black cargo pants, two pigtails curled up in a cinnabon shape on the top of her head, huge silver rings from the pre-ape century and red lipstick. I am guessing that she is either a dominatricks or was forced to wear pink bows when she was growing up, so now she is getting the revenge on her poor parents. Not only does she have a signature look (uggly-fuggly) but also makes cat sounds LOUDLY in class MIAAUUUUU .. I am not kidding! She goes to a new partner ....
.... I mean call me old fashioned, but I just say "Hi, I am Elvi" or "Hi, nice to see you again" ... she goes "MIAU" ...

Mr. Carpet - not an official name yet. I have to discuss it with Ivana, my tango partner in crime, but I think she is going to like it! Mr. Carpet got his name from the amount of hair that is covering his body - as far as I can feel there is a good ammount of it on his back and arms .... te rest I really don't need to know .... ooohhhh ... I am getting goosbumps just thinking about it ... Do you know the feeling when you step out from a bath tub onto that wonderful little fluffy carpet? Well, this guy feels 100% like it - with a difference that you feel the rug on his shoulder with your hands and ot your feet ... Grrrrrr
... Grrrrrooooossseeeeee ...


Then there is Mr. Crispy Clean shirt, who always smells sooo nice I just want to stay in his arms for as long as possible.

Then Larry - he is about 85 years old a frail skinny guy with danruff and shaky hands and an A-TTI-TUDE. "Dude, you're 85!
Shouldn't you just be as happy that you're alive? You get to squeeze a girl one quarter of your own age to your body .. Aren't you want to be "just" nice?

There is also the lesbian suspicious Lilly and the BigBearLatinoPapi! He is sooo very sweet, the only problem with him is that he takes salsa and merengue classes before tango, so by the tim he gets to tango his repertoire is all mixed up and he can not help it, but swayes his hips right to the left as if we were doing the dirty dancing. Sometimes Willy, out teacher asks that we switch roles and that is painful with MyPapi! Ever tried skiing without snow? That how dancing tango feels with him! In addition, trying to lead him is like moving a box with TV in it (not the flat pannel that Geoff wants, but the one we just got from Oli and three people had to put it to the cab! That one!)

We also have Sam, the ballet dancer, Shakey (he is also sweet, but shakes a bit), Black Macho (The White Macho John's version in chocolate).

And so many others .... will write more about them! .... MIAU !!!!

US in print

Money

I miss writing here in my little space on the web .. I really do. I miss pouring my heart out to the unknown audience and telling you all how much I appreciated that you came today to the fundraising party, that you donated towards my fundraising goal and how you really are on my mailing list because I put you there and that solicitation email did not get to you by a weird internet coincidence or a fault in the world wide web! You got it because you know me, don't you? Remember?
It's me: E-L-V-I!

Please don't take this anyone personally - I really am pissed of mainly at people who make billion times more money than me, have their apartment paid for by the government (Let's say $11 000/month for rent?!!!), don't have to pay taxes, are leading an organization (dysfunctional though it may be) and still can not donate $5. If I were you honey I'd donate just to shut me up, because I am certainly not the one who gives up! My skin grew so thick during this chemo and fundraising process that I could easily compete with a local homeless subway guy on 86th Street who annoys the heck out of me every morning by constant nagging! "Got a penny?"

Well, The Big Chief and Boobee Team Leader, Jenna informed the team that "It takes an average person 6 emails before they contribute!" and I am not intending to stop before this magical number. 2 more emails and 39 miles to go!

On the other hand, HUGE THANK YOU again to all who are supporting me either financially or emotionally - THANK YOU!

Yesterday we had a fundraiser at Latitude with a turnout of about 200 peeps. Most of them Jenna's friends, other boobee friends and a very few of my friends came also. (You all deserve a good spanking who never answered the evite or promised to come, but never made it! Will get even the next time I see you! :)
During the course of the afternoon I was introduced to this girl, Anna from Hungary who had no clue what is going on and so I explained her the noble cause, the fact that we are making money on the drinks and food that people consume and donating it, why I am involved and how important my boobs/her boobs/all boobs are to me!

She kept looking at me with eyes wide open and some sort of wonder in her face when she turns to me and says:
"So, how much are you making on this?"
I understood the question perfectly, yet in my surprise I responded:
"What do you mean how much?"

"You, know! Money! How much do you make on this event?"

"UUUhhhmmmmm ... zero, zip, nada!"
I said most proudly

... She was visibly taken aback ... Her face had an expression of a European tourist lost in a Japanese subway system .... I could see her mind swell in a whirlpool of thoughts tangled into each other .....

"Why the hell would you do that?"
"For free????"

I am glad the music was playing loud, because the quiet that followed was more bearable this way ...

"Yeap, for free!"

"But, but do you know where the money goes to?"
(If you're asking me if I am the Chief Financial Officer of Avon then the answer is NO! If you're asking if I know of projects and causes that the money goes to then I'd say YES!)

I smile ... Uhum, when I buy my penthouse on 5th Avenue with a pool and a terrace on the 56th Floor then you'll know! ;o)

(She smiles awkwardly ... )

"It would really be a great experience if you made money on it!" she says looking for my approval and a bit of enthusiasm from my part at a prospect of a huge bank account with my name on it.

"Yeah, it would! I could then contribute it to the breast cancer charity!"

.........................

She is leaving ... I give her two kisses Hungarian style - right cheek, left cheek a polite grin ...


I don't think she got it ... She left innocent, clueless, hungry and thirsty ...
Not a single drink!

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P.S. Yes, I am still fundraising and this is the link

P.S2: You can donate for free! :)

New York 9/11/2006

Bryan and Royce took this picture from their apartment.
So beautiful and sad at the same time ...