Such Sore Feet

Last night at Boedo Tango I danced solid from 8:30ish until well after midnight. I only left because I couldn't stand up any more. My feet were so sore, but in a good way. I didn't sit out one single tanda in an entire evening of dancing. Not one. All without once having to use cabeceo. The guys came to me and asked. One after another. I was in heaven. Until my feet started to ache at about 11:30 from the constant dancing. But did I go home? No. Not until 12:30.