Panic at the Disco

It’s the name of a band, and their song, “High Hopes,” roused me from slumber this morning at approximately 4:03, thus completing with Shinedown’s, lyrics in “If You Only Knew.” (It’s 4:03….) The two bands were battling it out in my head and reminded me of days of yore when the disco was a hot spot and quite entertaining, and the best dancers battled it out.

There was a true disco queen at our favorite haunt, Grandpa’s – and it wasn’t me. I can still picture this woman, who could wheel on her heels and make John Travolta take notice. It’s quite possible I only went on disco night so that I could watch her magic. I loved disco. Loved the lights, the fast pace, the directed moves. I didn’t have the proper disco gear, but I did have a black and white suit which makes me blush to realize I wore dancing. And I had a proper perm in my hair to make it as big and twisted as was possible in the Midwest. I guess I thought I could be the dancing queen – and maybe that was good enough.

Thank goodness we didn’t have phones with cameras and video capability. That would be a true reason to panic!