The Sweet Sounds of Spanish

Last night the two IB Spanish classes united for dinner + dancing at a Spanish restaurant in Melbourne. This was basically an excuse for

• The boys to go into the bathroom and smoke
• The girls to dress up and dance
• The boys to check out/dance with our young and gorgeous (but married) Spanish teacher
• Dancing with each other and people we met
• One of the quietest (not to be confused with nerdiest) guys in our class to take off his shirt not once but twice – at the table! The camarero spilt soft drink down his back, and so give him a clean, dry shirt to change into – which he did, at the table! Some while later, he realised the shirt was on inside out – so off it came again, in full view of all! (which, needless to say, warranted much catcalling on our behalf.) That’s not to say he didn’t have a nice chest…
• Eating out (and sampling Spanish cuisine)
• One of the ‘hottest’ boys in our year to meet a new girl

The evening started amusingly as, when the bus pulled up on Lygon St, we saw a classmate – already on exeat, but not joining us for dinner – strolling down the street, smoking! He quickly ducked into a side alley once he realised who we were, but too late – we were all laughing at him and giving him a hard time about it.

The dancing was amazing, so passionate, sexy, crazy, exhilarating and exhausting. It was great fun, as we participated in a dancing lesson with other people who were learning as well, although most of them knew how to dance. It was also highly entertaining to watch other students dance, as well as our teachers (think of watching your parents do the salsa!)

The only downside to the night was someone losing $50.

x
Just a girl