So I invite you to sit by the fireplace at Swig, where you might meet a young lady who isn't afraid to break a sweat and show teeth when she laughs. Or follow the green, white and red painted poles to the sure thing that is the Saloon.
When my neighbor and fellow salsa-lover suggested we sign up for Latin ballroom dance lessons, I immediately agreed. It was exactly what I needed. I took to it like a fish that had been starved of water its whole life.