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February 14, 2009


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Wow! I love this poem. You nailed it, Laura. I'm back with my fake ID at "The Joker" the disco in the parking lot of Shop Rite, where I worked as a cashier.

My hang out was the Columbus Room at Pecora's Restaurant (rumored to be run by a minor Mafioso).

I forgot to say - Thanks!

My hang out was Big Daddy's at 163rd Street North Miami Beach...It later became a strip club....I am not sure if it is still there.

I bet if we walked into any one of those places, they'd all look identical - dark, a long bar with fake red leather stools, light-up dance floor, disco balls from the ceiling, and a Space Invaders game in the lobby.

No Space Invaders at Big Daddy's although I was dancing with one of the very few that actually had a computer back then and he had Space Invaders loaded. I had to marry him of course...

I love Laura's poem.As I told her:
I took disco lessons with my husband but it didn't go so well as we both wanted to lead..and besides the lessons were given in the basement of the PENTAGON. We didn't stand a chance.
NICE POEM. Strobe memories.

I love the the poem, especially the start! -

"If we didn’t know who we were, we knew

we wanted to dance..."

I love the poem, especially the start! -

"If we didn’t know who we were, we knew

we wanted to dance..."

I missed the whole disco era of partying and such - I was living on a farm in the middle of the boonies, but I did manage to catch the music fever. Who can ever forget Gloria Gaynor, or the Bee Gees...?

However, I made up for all that I missed. In the 90s I used to go to West Hollywood and dance in the gay clubs. Not to diss you Disco Queens, but the Drag Queens were hot and so were the gay men who could really dance!

"like baby drag queens, all hairspray, glitter, and slick lipgloss"


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