Saturday Night Fever

On Saturday night we rolled up the carpet, cranked up the stereo and lured some aging boomers (and even younger folk) out on the dance floor.

Blaring from the new sound system were the Supremes, the Beatles and disco classics like "I Will Survive." At one point there were probably 20 people jumping and jiving.

The ersatz dance floor is so nice I'm letting it stay a while, meaning that the couch and wing chairs are  crammed into half of the living room with extra stuff piled in the garage. The open floor is  begging for an encore of "YMCA."

Saturday Night Fever? Maybe. Or maybe not. Maybe this should happen every night of the week.

It occurred to me Saturday (as it has often recently), that people would be much happier if only they could spend part of every day dancing.


 (Photo: Theatrical Release Poster from Wikipedia.)