Sunday in Charlottesville seems to be monopolized with hangover recovery, kickball, and sports watching. There doesn’t seem to be much else? Wrong. Sunday night is your opportunity to get hot and sweaty with some salsa dancing.
Sunday night (8:00 p.m.) at Outback lounge for just $5.00 ($10.00 if there is a live band) you can dance your heart out. A local company called Zabor Dance offers these classes along with Charlottesville Salsa Club. These are beginner classes, so everyone from inexperienced to expert can enjoy themselves. After the class they have an open dance. About ten minutes before the class lets out the “experts” (Latin dancing locals) show up. Once the class wraps up the hot and sweaty part begins. Luckily the bar is open and drinks are up for purchase to help with the heat.
The teachers from Zabor are great. The guy who teaches is witty, entertaining, and encouraging. There is actually a pretty even man to woman ratio, which is surprising, but nice. The overall experience is fun. You should be careful if you decide to attend multiple classes and are good at salsa, as each classes is generally the same routine. If you happen to be a salsa expert you can always wait and show up for the open dance, which is never the same, and always a kick.
Ooo lala, both Rapture and OXO are flirting with me again. Why? I do not know, but I like the attention. Thursday night looks exciting to me. Between cocoNUT milk, dancey pants and Chilean DJs I’ll probably be heading out and about. Get your dancing shoes on folks and continue reading to figure out what’s going down.
Cleb Stine at Twisted Branch Tea Bazarre, 10pm
Because where would the US be without country rock? Or creative bathroom graffiti?
DJ eSc at Escafe, I see 11pm in listings but it often starts earlier
I’m impressed with the tribute to Heath… It’s tragic, no? Brad Renfro died last week, now this. I’ve heard an amazing remix of the Brokeback Mountain theme. Movie themes can be pre-tty powerful. Yupster and I are fans of the cafeteria, she with the pumpkin vodka, I with… well I won’t incriminate myself.
What follows are two arguments by belmont yo and Uva LaGrape, respectively, detailing the less obvious aspects of being a DJ that most people take for granted. Enjoy. [Edited for continuity and content by lilith and authors.]
