Spanish Prisoner

I don’t think I’ve been getting enough sleep lately. I’m wide awake at bedtime, but paying for it the next morning. So I’ve been cranky. I noticed I was far too aggressive while driving home today.
In any case, I had said I would go out to a salsa dancing class tonight. I really should have been packing, or doing hill training, but if I’m invited out, I have to go. Unfortunately, ten minutes after I agreed to go, the person who invited me bailed out. So I ended up going to the get-together, not knowing anyone, and not knowing even who was part of the get-together.
If this was a con game, it would be known as a “bait and switch”.
The class was okay, but the crowd did seem a little old for me. I think I would have been better off going to the Funky Buddha’s salsa night. The dance floor is much smaller, but the girls are younger. And I can be awkward just as easily in a bar conveniently close to home.