Cell phones? Non-existent. Cameras to shoot a night out? Hardly ever.
It was the late 70's and I was the disco Queen. But can I show my Candies that I danced the night away in? Can I share the lace dress that I made an entrance in at Mr. A's discotheque? No. What the seventies lacked in technology to capture moments, we made up for in dance music and multi-color memories. It's like it never happened. But it did. And it was good. really good.
A friend of mine, Mary Beth Brierly and I liked to think we owned a corner of the lighted dance floor. It was ours. "You wanna dance?" a few eligible bachelors might say. Hell no. I'm dancing with Mary Beth and we've got prime real estate. It was the place to be every Friday night and we were there. The DJ, Aldo (we called him that...his name was actually Allen) always had a table reserved for us and played our requests.
Donna Summer. Saw her in concert and danced the last dance to her iconic songs many summer nights ago at the disco. You will be missed.