Find a public space, gather some tangueros and tangueras, bring a boom box and some CDs and you have...
What a blast! I was just sorry that I could only stay for 45 minutes before running off to the opera. But it was a brilliant idea and a ton of fun. Some of the leaders in Boston organized a public milonga, guerrilla style, dance until you drop or we get kicked out and have to move on to another public space.
At 8:30 we descended on Porter Square and set up shop so to speak. K was the DJ, and he brought some great music to play in his boom box. Someone set up a hat, and we danced around this small square in Porter Square, outside on the concrete and stone. Passersby stopped and stared, some sat down to watch while they ate ice cream cones, others drifted around the perimeter, and a few brave souls asked questions about what we were doing. One older gentleman came up to talk to me while others were dancing, asked about the dancers, wanted to know why we were doing this. When I told him the reason was simple, it was a beautiful night to dance a beautiful dance, he was so tickled pink that he asked me to dance a song with him, even though he had not danced in "decades" as he put it. He was a doll, so how could I say no? We walked the square and he just beamed from ear to ear.
S made quite the entrance, zooming in on his motorcycle, and then joining the dance, he showed up just in time to dance with me before I had to run off. I felt myself lingering after our tanda as I really did not want to leave. The night was cool and warm at the same time, the air was dry, and the people who showed up to dance were great fun. I REALLY hope that this becomes a regular event, maybe showing up in different parts of Boston and Cambridge on clear nights and dancing in the moonlight and dusk.... just lovely!