Before discovering Rock n' Roll, long hair and sneering, my sister and I caught the fever. Disco Fever. There were kiddie discotheques popping up all over our neighborhood. To give you an idea, there was one McDonald's - four Disco dance halls. They had matinees for stupid kids like me.
None of the girls had boyfriends - so, none of the girls had a dance partner. We danced with each other like lesbians. My sister and I practiced all summer at sleep away camp and I nearly twirled her into the camp fire once. But at the discotheque, there were always a few Hispanic boys that got their pick of girls with "feathered" back hair a la Farrah Fawcett. Those boys were hustlers and yes, they did dress like John Travolta.
Ironically, I've never seen Saturday Night Fever. It was rated R. Besides, I wasn't big on the Bee Gees. They looked like hairy gorillas but sang like fairies - it was creepy.
In all honesty, it was my sister who was the big Donna Summer fan. If memory serves me right, I believe her favorite song was "Heaven Knows." That too, is ironic since she passed away over thirteen years ago. Heaven knows what she's doing up there now. Probably asking Donna Summer for an autograph.
So move the coffee table and the sofa to the side, break out the strobe light, keep the wine flowing and shake that booty in honor of the Queen.