"The Hustle" was playing all day at work, figuratively speaking, of course. No mirrored balls except for a picture of one in front of a birthday card tacked onto my cube wall from Kristey. No lit dancefloor, no Travolta hairdos on guys, no feathered hair on chicks, no tube tops, no gold chains showing from open butterfly collars, and no line dance from
Soul Train - in short, no fun.
It was Monday and I was doped on caffeine and herbal/homeopathic happy pills. My 'cope cocktail' worked like a charm. No one had to be maimed for bothering me, interrupting me or for just being a total pain in the butt while I tried to get work done.
Happy places...we love our happy places. Okay, so I am exaggerating the effects of the happy pills, but they did help.
My disco theme really started with Yummy IM'ing me this link and me telling him of another song that I gladly found the link to add tonight:
Yummy's choice: "Crying at the Discotheque" by Alcazar
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