It's Disco Time!

Here I was on my computer Saturday night shortly after getting home from my dad's birthday party, checking and sending out emails, and up pops an email from my friend Diane whom I had just seen that very afternoon.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing"
"You want to go to a concert?"
"Who?", I ask.
"Donna Summer."
"Sure, why not," I reply.
It seeems that her friend, another Debbie, (We're everywhere you know.) couldn't go and Doug (Diane's husband), just wasn't going to want to boogie down. LOL Anyway, you see Diane and I are up for anything. On the way to the concert we were laughing about how back in the day, going to a concert, would take planing. That is, just what were you going to wear. It having to be just the perfect outfit.
This night, I made some sandwiches from the party leftovers, we wore what we had on, was over to her house within a half hour, and ate we in the parking lot before we went into the concert.

The place was PACKED!
The crowd LOVED every minute of it!
We had a BLAST!
Hey, you can make fun of those "diso days" but those were during my college years, 70-74 and we knew how to have fun!

...as it ended....

*So let's dance, the last dance
let's dance, the last dance
let's dance, this last dance tonight

*Last Dance

Copyright © 2005 Deborah Sharp Loeb