So I just went down to the pub to get some pizza and they were playing a bunch of early 90's club music, and a bunch of people were dancing, and I suddenly got very, very nostalgic for that period of my life. Most of you who read this were gone from my life during those years, but I was a dedicated club-rat, athe the time when clubs were all Night at the Roxbury style....
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Sorry to do that to you, guys... here's the right one.
Oops, no, that's not it... Maybe this one:
Yep, that's the one!
Actually, I am really amazed at how many variations of the Roxbury dance appear on youtube; I've been distracted for like an hour looking at all the clips, like this one:
and this one:
Boy, I did love to dance.
It was one of the more pleasurable periods in my life, and I just kind of phased into a heavy-duty euphoric recall while I was there. Then I got my pizza, walked back to my room, ate my pizza, watched a Law and Order, and then flipped to PBS, where a most interesting show was on.
It's called History Detectives. It's really a very well-crafted program. Click here to read a transcript of the show, or better yet, find the show on a bittorent site... or if you're too lazy, click here for a short synopsis.
PBS, bitches.
2 comments:
I still love to dance... but I married a non-dancer. It sucks not being able to dance.
I don't quite get the "PBS Bitches" reference. But, I opted for the lazy synopsis... maybe if I were more ambitious, I would have encountered the elusive answer.
The comma is what makes it make sense. The PBS bitches are the ones who stop programming three times a year to ask for money. PBS, bitches, is, like, an invective or something.
To put it in perspective, click here and scroll down to the seventh design.
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