Disco ball


This disco ball is integral to my and D's relationship ;) When we met in '99, it was at a friend's birthday party in New York. I thought I'd never see him again...I was living in Massachusetts. Yet, the very next weekend, I saw him at a party in Cambridge. We talked the whole time and he floated the idea of visiting him in New York. I couldn't decide. We had this great connection, but we had just met (well, the previous weekend).

Then, somehow, it came up that he had a disco ball. At the time I was very into Saturday Night Fever, both the movie and the soundtrack, and this was just the sign that I needed :)

It makes me laugh, because most of the pick-up guides for men probably advise "Drive a Maserati" or "Be mean to her." But the disco ball worked for me, much better than a Maserati or meanness would have.

Comments

Roxanne said…
Can I come to your next shindig? Do you have a strobe light, too?
3:29 PM
Bearette said…
Hehe!! Yes, you can come. We actually don't have any of our paraphernalia set up, though ;)
3:58 PM
Bearette said…
I think he might have a strobe light somewhere...
3:58 PM
Waspgoddess said…
He sounds like a wonderful man. Any man (or woman for that matter) who believes in the "treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen" nonsense need to sort themselves out. I can't think of a better sign than a disco ball :)
6:46 PM
Caro said…
I'll bring the strobe light. You can supply the airline ticket! :P
8:26 PM
Roxanne said…
Oh yay! I'll bring brownies and hats for everyone!
9:31 PM
Bearette said…
WG - he is :)

caro & roxanne - it's a plan ;)
2:40 AM
Anonymous said…
M and I listened to the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack on one of our first dates...on an actual record player. :)
12:13 PM
Bearette said…
Cool! Nothing like vinyl ;)
12:13 PM
Elsa said…
I love the disco ball!! You should hang it over your bed, turn out the lights and watch the ball spin - cool! ;)
1:37 PM
Bearette said…
hehe - i might be afraid it would drop on me, though ;)
2:07 PM
blackcrag said…
This is kind of a cute story.
11:27 PM
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