Big emailed a YouTube vid of animated characters dancing to “Hot Stuff” by Donna Summer, and informed me that is his favorite disco song.
Lord knows Big has some excellent qualities, but seriously, what happened to his taste in music? Hot Stuff? What about On The Radio? Or Last Dance?
Anyway, he seemed really into disco today because he went on reminisce about the gold old disco days:
The Disco days were great. The women then make me think of what flappers must have been like during The Roaring Twenties.
It seemed like everybody was dancing back then. I remember that people did not even go home after work — they went straight to the Disco clubs. The women would change their clothes at work and then head to the club.
The thought of **any** of the Enron guys dancing – much less disco – cracks me up. But Big should not dance. I adore him, but dancing is not his friend. Still, I would pay good Yankee dollars to watch him bust out some moves to Hot Stuff.
