You know you are tango addicted when:
* You keep a pair of dance shoes in your car.
* You’ve sold or moved most of your furniture to give yourself practice space.
* You make sure you never run out of breath mints or chewing gum.
* You copied all your tango music to your office computer and that’s all you listen to 9 – 5
* You’ve danced with one of the biggies and survived.
* You own a tango t-shirt and wear it in public – constantly.
* Your descriptions of tango have shifted from “unbounded enthusiasm” to “you wouldn’t understand…
* Your friends are secrectly plotting to kidnap you for a week of serious deprogramming.
* You know who Carlos Gardel is.
* You wish you paid more attention in high school Spanish class.
* You cross state lines to tango.
* You listen to tango music when you’re not at a practica or milonga.
* You bring your ankles and knees together all the time, even in the elevator.
* You plan the rest of your social life so it doesn’t conflict with tango nights.
* Your wardrobe is predominantly black.
* Ocho is more than just a number.
* Your fantasy travel destination is Buenos Aires.
* You are unable to schedule major surgery without compromising tango commitments.
* You now view the world in terms of people who tango and those unfortunate souls who don’t.
* You have to work hard to maintain non-tango friendships (if you have any left).
* You’ve been dancing a year and still don’t get bored talking tango.
* You have developed the ability to turn any conversation to tango within 2 minutes.
* You no longer have parties at your house; you host milongas.
* Before traveling, you check out the net for tango events in that area.
* You are willing to spend twice as much time driving to a milonga as you actually dance.
* You automatically do something Tango-ish whenever you navigate through a crowd.
* Your computer passwords at work are always phrases related to tango.
* Your ear has been trained to recognize the tango possibilities in all forms of music.