If you weren’t there, congratulations, your young, but you missed the party. Hedonism was at an all time high. There were no deadly sexually transmitted diseases and all we did was party. I was 21 at the height of the craze and I worked as a cocktail waitress in several high end private clubs in Houston, Texas. I would have rather been in New York and should have taken my sexy little ass there, but things are they way the should be. I digress.
Night after night we snorted white powder up our noses, slathered on makeup and swayed seductively through the throngs of sweating people carrying trays of drinks high above our heads. Pinched and propositioned uncountable numbers of times per evening. The days were sleeping until 1 or 2PM, lying by the pool, grabbing some food and doing it all again. Most of the time we were up until dawn. In those days I never even knew what day of the week it was, I don’t think I even knew people who worked nine to five jobs.
This was Disco
The quintessential disco song.
Fortunately, I did survive, and it is a miracle.
Peace and Peanut Butter!