The other day we went with friends for a dinner to a trendy place in Mayfair. The meal itself was exceptional, the company was extraordinary, and live entertainment – first a virtuoso keyboardist and then a belly dancer – made the evening all the more fun.
Among the songs played (and danced to) there was Lambada. The song was incredibly popular in Russia when it first came out, even though few could dance it properly. But the requisite pelvic grinding was certainly a big attraction – as were the flashes of skin in the great music video.
I am not a skillful – or even willing – dancer, but I can dance lambada. Hence, the memories. We’ll leave it at that.