Sorry Michael, your report was not convincing enough to garner sympathy from this corner either ... When you stated in your earlier email that you had such a terrible experience that you wouldn't go back, I imagined it was something along the lines of the organizer being unspeakably rude (doubtful) or being mugged at gunpoint on the doorstep, or perhaps at least what Vince described at being let in without warning that there were no chairs (a reasonable expectation at Milongas in Buenos Aires--El Beso, for example, which is a smaller place, puts out a sign at the entrance desk to that effect when they are full so you know it's standing room only before you pay).
But you didn't seem to have this experience at other Milongas, so clearly something did happen to put you in a bad mood (your previous apparently neutral comment on Argentine's talking for the first 30 seconds changed tone to the decidedly negative and, quite frankly, judgmental "1/3 of the music is wasted on chatter"). It happens to us all: one is or gets into a less-than-good mood for whatever reason and then it's a downward spiral where it seems like the world is conspiring against you. Of course that's true in life in general, but somehow it seems to become accentuated in milongas in Buenos Aires (don't ask me why). Sometimes, when there seems to be no hope of snapping out of it (e.g., a favourite partner or a good friend just walked in, the bottle of champagne that you forgot you ordered just arrived), it's best to cut your losses and go to another milonga or even just go home. I know that's not an easy option if you're just in Buenos Aires on a short visit and want to make the most of your time, but in that case you just have to chalk it up to it being a "bad milonga night"--it is part of the experience. Shahrukh _______________________________________________ Tango-L mailing list [email protected] http://mailman.mit.edu/mailman/listinfo/tango-l
