When I got out of the army in 1978 the disco thing was all the rage and I of course didn’t cotton much to it. But my younger sister did and, I think, styled herself off that whole saturday night fever thang. One night she wanted me to go to the Warehouse with her and after I declined she bribed me with unlimited spirits of my choice. My sister was very good looking and I guess I was going to act as her chaperone-bodyguard-deterrent. Silly me.
I drank hard in them days and didn’t GAF. My sis was on the dance floor almost continuously and I was at a table close by with a drink in each hand.
An hour or so into it, and from here on out it is purely speculation and rumor because I have no absolute memory of it, my Sis dragged my drunken ass out on the dance floor for the first time in my life. (I never considered all that slow swaying and dry grindin’ in formal attire in a densely packed room at the prom “dancing”, of which I did the bare minimum.
When I got out of the army in 1978 the disco thing was all the rage and I of course didn’t cotton much to it. But my younger sister did and, I think, styled herself off that whole saturday night fever thang. One night she wanted me to go to the Warehouse with her and after I declined she bribed me with unlimited spirits of my choice. My sister was very good looking and I guess I was going to act as her chaperone-bodyguard-deterrent. Silly me.
I drank hard in them days and didn’t GAF. My sis was on the dance floor almost continuously and I was at a table close by with a drink in each hand.
An hour or so into it, and from here on out it is purely speculation and rumor because I have no absolute memory of it, my Sis dragged my drunken ass out on the dance floor for the first time in my life. (I never considered all that slow swaying and dry grindin’ in formal attire in a densely packed room at the prom “dancing”, of which I did the bare minimum.
I find all of it rather silly.
See? one of those good memories from a dance. 🙂