Sweatin' to the oldies

Patrice was late coming online last night, so I broke out of my usual rut and popped over to the Bubblegum Music Factory. This is the club where Sorcha hosts (see blog listing at right), and she was working last night, hosting a "best in red" contest. The room is a funky wooden place, plastered in rock music posters, and last night it was quite full of friendly, dancing people. The new girl was warmly welcomed! I know Sorcha, of course, and Anastacia, whom I know a little from the Velvet, was also there (and won the contest, looking très sexeh), but there were friendly greetings all around.

Ah, the music of my youth. Well, one or two of my youths anyway. It was great to hear the Beatles' "Taxman." Styx, er, not so much. I try my best to pretend all the bloated so-called rock and horrid disco of the 1970s never happened, thanking any and all deities for the Ramones and the Sex Pistols and what followed. But heck, it's not like I've never lowered the volume for certain songs at the Velvet. I will have to go back to the Bubblegum some other time when Sorcha is hosting. Who knows, I might even win a contest!

(Silly me, I did not take any pictures.)