(sigh)
Disco balls are magic. Their obsolescence aside, I found myself slow-dancing with a date to a Norah Jones CD underneath a disco ball the other night. Forget the "Saturday Night Fever" stuff -- it really WAS magic. It helped, of course, that the person I was with had become a meaningful part of my life in recent weeks. But the elements of that relationship, the music and lyrics, the ambiance of the lighting all made the experience very special and one I won't forget any time soon. Soooo Eighties, huh? Who woulda' thunk?
(sigh)
1 comment:
You go, girl!
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