I didn’t go to dance last evening at the outdoor, salmon bake milonga in Kirkland. It has been unseasonably hot in the west-even the great Northwest where most of us don’t have air conditioning. So, I went to the movies, where they do have AC and enjoyed Jersey Boys. These were the songs of my adolescent days and lonely nights, so I loved the film and the cool airstream. Afterwards I cheerfully strolled over to the outdoor milonga where much to my surprise, I encountered several Portlandia amigos. Mostly I sat on the sidelines and just took in the scene and soaked up the music . . . how I love that music! “It’s a lovely event,” One said, with obvious sincerity. “Yes,” I agreed, “It is . . . lovely.”  Where else do you tango outside , by the water with a sunset that lingers on and on. Lovely. And the sprinkles of rain helped wash away the heaviness of what remained of that often accompanies such moments.e hot afternoon. I’d left my dance shoes in the car so as not to be tempted onto the floor, and when one amigo looked as if he was about to propose bailer, I simply said, “I’m not dancing  tonight (showing my street shoes), just enjoying the view.”  I’d hoped to catch shapes, images, expressions to inspire something in me. But that didn’t happen, not really. I saw stumbles, mistakes, awkward moments, and heard loud, embarrassed laughter that sometimes accompanies such moments. Strolling back to my car during the last tanda I felt grateful for the Jersey Boys film and the promise that “There’s always another milonga.”