kellita the señorita the ibby dibby dow: I have realized my dream.

This does not mean that I have any further answers to life´s questions or what I´m going to do when I get back, or any of that. But I think realizing dreams is better than having answers.

I had a real dance off. With a stranger. In a club. To Outkast´s Hey Ya.

It happened last Friday night with a young Argentine hipster. The night began with drinks with my ladies at El Unico bar in Palermo. After hours of chatting and carrying on at a table outside near heated space lamps, the wind got crazy so we headed to find warmth in a dance party. We as usual counted on Loes and her blonde hair and sweet talking to get us in free. Oh to have blonde hair in Buenos Aires! She gave the bouncers a song and dance about it being her last night in town, and after some haggling they lifted the rope and we were in.

I felt old. And kind of like I had been transported to a hipster dance party in Williamsburg. I actually like hipster dance parties, so I didn´t mind so much. But I think it was like get in free for the 21-22 crowd. We were dancing like crazies per usual, and I was kind of bumming out because not one, but two oversized men stomped on first my right then later left toes in their haphazard jumpdancing.

Enter super young group of Argentine hipsters trying to break our girls dancing circle of trust. First I tried the ole box out, move em back trick. But they just butt danced me harder. Then the music changed from good old rock and roll to Hey Ya. Next thing I know I am smack dab in the middle of a legitimate dance/sing/rap-off with one of these young bucks. The thing I had going for me is that English is my first language and I used to have a slight obsession with Outkast, so I blew him out of the water. And as you may or may not know, I have some pretty sweet dance moves. It was sort of like Westside Story, you know when the main guys are fighting and the Jets and Sharks are standing behind their respective leader cheering?

Problem was that the dance-off started with me doing the box out move trying to rid us of their unwanted wandering adolescent hands. But engaging in a dance-off had the opposite effect, and eventually Andrea had to just tell them like it was, all niceties aside.

Then a band came on. And it was something like I´ve never seen before. They are called the Barmitzmidis, and they showed up on stage with electric instruments and played dance music that was a mix of Jewish Batmizvah music and electronica. They were crazy dudes, but you know what? They made me wanna dance.