Thanks for the lovely responses to Friday’s post. I ended up hopping online a little on Friday because I love checking on other people’s blogs and hate to fall too far behind. You people are so productive!! Friday night I went to dinner with my friend T, who was with Kaz and I for many important moments, including right after he passed. She was a rock for me/us and, other than my mother-in-law, I can’t imagine commemorating the day with a more appropriate person.
The rest of the weekend was pretty tame except for Saturday night, when I attended a friend’s birthday party. All I knew from the invitaion was it was going to be disco-themed and I should wear an afro, bell bottoms and sequins. Well, I don’t own any bell bottoms or sequins, but I can certainely make my hair BIG like an afro. So, that’s what I did and told the puppy as I walked out, “Mommy’s going to get her groove on.”
A little known fact about me – I used to dance a lot when I was in my 20s and early 30s. Back in Philadelphia in the late 80s/early 90s, the predominant beats were hip hop, house music and trance-hop. I used to go to black clubs, straight clubs, gay clubs, tranny clubs, wherever they had the best DJs. Sometimes I’d go with friends. Other times I’d go alone, wearing sneakers and comfortable clothes (not heels and dresses) because my sole purpose was to dance my ass off. And dance I did. For hours. Until I was a sweaty, slimy mess with runny mascara and frizzy hair.
But that was a lifetime ago, maybe more than one. I haven’t been out dancing in a LOOOOOONNNGGGG time.
Boy, was I in for an eyeful. Not only was this club packed, not only were there half-naked male go-go dancers, a disco ball, strobing lights and a freakin’ wind machine, but also everyone was dancing. Like, REALLY dancing. Men were twirling each other, stomping their feet, swishing and swaying around and around. One woman wore a gold sequined mini-dress with caped sleeves which billowed as she twirled.
I was so overwhelmed at first, I had to stand to the side for a while and take it all in. “You need to catch disco fever!” a man yelled at me over Donna Summer’s Last Dance. It took me a little while to catch it… but then I was on fire. And it felt really good.
Now I want to share some disco fever with you. Here’s the beautiful and incomparable Gloria Gaynor singing her world-famous hit “I will Survive” in a floor-length, gold sequined dress in some hot Latin country in English and Spanish (hence the 9 minute clip). Click play and turn it UP! And if some part of your body doesn’t move while listening to this, call a doctor because you may not be human. 🙂
May 7, 2013 at 4:44 pm
I loooooooooooove Disco!
May 7, 2013 at 8:55 pm
May 7, 2013 at 5:28 pm
Me, too! Danced my butt off in college and beyond. LOVE dancing and am dying to do a lot more of it. Have you tried Harvelle’s in Santa Monica? Live blues. One of the most fun places I’ve ever danced. (and alone!)
May 7, 2013 at 8:55 pm
Yes, I love Harvelle’s!! Great music and atmosphere. If/when you come back we’ll have to meet up there and dance it up!
May 8, 2013 at 12:15 pm
You’re on! 🙂
I keep raving about Harvelle’s but no one ever seems to know it. Yay!
June 14, 2013 at 1:48 pm
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