tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-10035024538248341862008-06-27T13:35:00.000-05:002008-06-27T13:35:00.000-05:002008-06-27T13:35:00.000-05:00Well, you'll be happy to know that I DANCED THE LAMBADA in Costa Rica. Cross my heart and hope to die. We were at this sweet little salsa place, innocently dancing the night away, and as the band began to pack up and the people began to spill out onto the street, the distinctive strains of Lambada came rushing out of the sound system. I grabbed the closest native (a newfound friend of mine, actually) shoved his knee into my crotch, and spun a few times around the road. So there. The Lambada is BACK! And so am I. Drinkies. Soon.MRBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16874067486127342343noreply@blogger.com