A night in cuba

Last night David and I went island hopping, from Bainbridge to Cuba. The Bainbridge Island Performing Arts Center was transformed into a hopping nightclub. Tables with white cloths and colorful centerpieces crowded the stage, and a 9-piece salsa band belted out Cuban rhythms as white legs flashed on the dance floor. David and I haven't been salsa dancing in weeks, but remembered our patterns on the dance floor. I even got to dance with the instructor, who spun me around and complimented me the entire time. I'm so glad I haven't forgotten everything!

When I go to events like this, I fall even more in love with Bainbridge Island. We shared a table with two very nice couples. It's so different from a nightclub, where everyone is trying to hit on each other, and nobody cares about making friends. Here, we chatted up these two couples. One we think we could be friends with, and David handed over his business card. They are young and hip and exceptionally down to Earth. Man, I LOVE people from the Northwest, especially islanders.

The faces of people here are so different than a typical nightclub. They are nicely lined with wrinkles from smiling, the expressions are pleasant, and you can tell no one is trying to show each other up. It was the perfect date night, with good people, good beer, and a fantastic band called Trombanga.