Throwback Thursday: Disco

Who doesn't love the Episode of Sex and the City where Carrie falls on the runway.  Who doesn't love Sex and the City for that matter?  However the finale of this episode is tops in my book.  The main reason being the choice of soundtrack.  Cheryl Lynn's Got to Be Real is by far, my number one favorite Disco song.  I love disco, for the most part.  My sister and I rented Studio 54 in college and from there, there was no turning back.  This was right around the time that I worked at Abercrombie and Fitch on my college breaks, where they played  If You Could Read My Mind by Stars On 54, also on the Studio 54 soundtrack.  Needless to say, I was hooked.  
I sort of forgot about my affection for Disco until last night when I watched this week's episode of Glee, Saturday Night Glee-ver, and my longing for being up all night at Studio 54 crept right back into my soul :).  
Another disco favorite, Best of My Love, by the Emotions, just so happens to be a song that I played faithfully for my then boyfriend, now husband on the jukebox, at our local watering hole,  when we first graduated college and lived together.  It remains one of 'our' songs to this day, although he may adamantly deny it! :)
So there you have it, a throwback to 3 amazing disco songs.  Do you have a favorite?? Please share!

TTFN!!!

BTW, it feels great to be blogging again!

Throwback Thursday: Photo Hunt

Many moons ago my friend, who will remain, nameless and I were seriously professional Photo Hunt players.
The Place:  Our neighborhood haunt
The Drink:  Miller Lite on tap
The Time:  Any night of the week
The Munchies: Cheese fries
The Music: Who knows? Whatever we put on the jukebox, but I can guarantee that Bad Company's Shooting Star was played. Oh! And there was definitely Britney's Lucky played in the car on the ride home with harmonization.  We were so stinkin' good at that game...at first......After the beers began to flow more frequently and hours (I mean literally hours) passed, we would really suck.
Oh, good times!  This habit began shortly after graduating from college and continued on for about a year until my husband, then boyfriend moved out of the apartment we shared with my nameless friend and her then boyfriend, now husband.  If we weren't at home playing A**hole at the dining room table, we were out playing Photo Hunt.  We would literally sit there for hours and drink, only to stand up to go to the bathroom and realize just how inebriated we had gotten. You know that feeling? Those were super-fun times, however now a days when we try to emulate how young and fun we were, you end up playing beer pong with champagne (SMART!) and someone ends up with buffalo chicken dip vomit on their armchair.  Sorry nameless friend, I am just not the girl I used to be.  Actually, I am better :)