Ethiopian dancing

I can still smell the ethiopian food on my hands even after the handi wipes and the washing, and rewashing. Those are some strong spices. On a quest to become more involved with my life I went out tonight. I truly had dinner, laughed and watched Ethipian dancing with a couple highschool friends. I almost wrote " old high school buddies" but then thought that would make me old... and I'm not ready to start saying my old _________ yet. Living is about roasting coffee beans until the smoke is so thick you can see it swirling around every light bulb, njera thats as pleasurable to touch as taste, and dancers whose sholders move independently from the rest of their bodies.