OK, here is my REALLY shameful confession this week: I . . . Liked . . . DISCO!
From about 1977–79, I was the Disco Queen of Baltimore (admittedly, a pretty small kingdom). I had waistlength Crystal Gayle hair, glitter eye makeup, lip gloss. I wore those slinky Qiana dresses with the handkerchief hems. I still have a pair of shoes I will donate to the Disco Museum: two-inch platforms with four-inch heels, and a canvas double anklestrap.
OK, most disco music WAS pretty awful, but you gotta admit, it was easy to dance to! My “good friend and steady dancing partner” David trained with the Joffrey Ballet—he was young and strong and I was young and slim, so we could actually do all those “pick me up and fling me around” steps! Ah, memories, light the corners of my mind . . .