
Oh, I'm sorry, were you wanting to fangirl us? Because we get it. We're fabulous.
Are you kidding me? Wait, it’s not what you think. Let me tell you a little something about me: I like being happy. I like things that make me happy. And guys…disco makes me happy. WAIT, DON’T GO. When I was in college as a good Mormon kid, we had to be creative to have fun. (No booze, coffee, dry humping, and no Saturday Night Live. Thanks, LDS church for buying the NBC channel and blocking that.) There was a cover group in Salt Lake City called the “Disco Drippers” and my BFF and I used to hit the thrift stores, get outfits (I seriously have some awesome satin pant suits), and rock out at the roller rink.
Because that’s where the Drippers would play. Well, bars sometimes, but roller rinks! And it was packed with people in their 70s finest. Whatever, that’s a good time. I would like to present to the court that I have my own gold lame boot roller skates. Yeah. Brooklyn: we go hard. Continue reading →