So, I awoke today-Sunday-with headache and sore throat . . . still have this throat thing! So, laid low at Tom and Sue’s lovely home until late afternoon.  Sue made fab. pankakes on her Welsh thingie–round flat piece that sits on burner for cooking pancakes. She put blueberrries in them and had real maple syrup–plus eggs! Yum.  It was a lazy Sunday fo me, skipping classes and just resting and visiting.  When I finally got to the miloinga, alternative music–I mostly led –Homer is an expert at that the DJ part. Music was great. I danced only one tanda following-with Raul-who I know from Portland–where he comes sometimes –He’s a very sensitive and lovely dancer–I like dancing with him.  But leading is what I mostly did and the last tanda a lovely gal I also know from Portland asked me to dance, passing up an invite from a guy! I was flattered. But maybe this is what I’ll do tonight–just work on my leading skills.  I am thinking maybe I should take a private with Mike-for leading- . . . he’s here and a sweet guy, lovely dancer. In the bar now the primo teachers, Murat and Michele and another from AR , Oscar and his partner—are “holding court.” People stop by their table to greet them-not me, I fade in the crowd- . . .but my food arrives-time to eat!   The French dip is most satisfying, tho atypical meal for me, a person who seldom eats beef.  While I’m enjoying this sandwich along comes Phil (not his real name), who I danced with yesterday-he’s from somewhere near Seattle. He sits, orders to go another French dip-and we visit. He’s a nice guy with a long time partner who shares his enthusiasm for tango. The service is very slow so we visit much longer than I’d imagined. Finally his food arrives and he’s off to his room and now I need to order a coffee to wake up a bit before the milonga begins—in about 10 minutes.  I have a change of clothes in the car but maybe I’ll go as I am and call it good.  Feeling tired at 9:30pm and don’t think I’ll last more than an hour or so—certainly not til 3 a.m. Maybe a second wind will come along and lift me into another plane . . . .Where is that coffee?