I was passing through Grand Central Station in New York City this week, on my way to turkey paradise. During my few days in New York, I saw a few musicians or dancers in the subway but nothing that made me stop en route.
However, people-watching reached a new high when I saw a well-groomed latino man wearing a black suit. He had a radio that was playing some salsa music, and was dancing a salsa-waltz with a blow-up doll. The doll had long red hair, and a short magenta dress. Quite a crowd was gathered around to see this performance.
Did his salsa partner called in sick?
"Hey sweetie, I can't dance the New York gig today, you're going to have to find a replacement..."
Or was he showing off his "female companion" after hiding in shame for too long?
I delight in the thought of this dance as a sincere gesture, because either of the above options would reflect a ballsy zest for life. But I suppose it's possible that there was irony in this performance.
If this is the new avant-garde, show me more!
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