Cocktails and Conquests Collide
Scaling the heights of 5 inch disco heels,
I stood upon my red plaid platform shoes.
I surveyed the room.
It was still a bit early, the fashionably late set
had not yet arrived.
They would be greeted by a brand new light show.
Timed to the undulating beat, paired with the
smoldering mist of dry ice,
the stage was set.
Pulses raced to the unrelenting hammer
of the tune du jour.
Tonight could be the night!
Cocktails and conquests collide.
Such was the scene in the seventies.
A favorite club, few responsibilities,
and unyielding desire, created a magical era.
Hand me a Singapore Sling and I’ll show you
a Love Hangover!
3/7/18
Line Gauthier
Where were you in the 70’s
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