Oh, yeah!

I'm watching Saturday Night Fever on television.  It doesn't get much better than this...

I remember watching this as a kid.  Thankfully at the time I didn't understand how sad the story is.  I was too smitten with the music and disco dancing (you know - because that's how I rolled in the late 70s).  My family used to have the soundtrack (on 8 track, of course) and would listen to it incessantly.  Can't tell you how many dance routines that 8 track inspired.  Oh, yeah.  Nothing like a rump shaking, finger pointing, hair flipping five year old (yikes!).

Watching this reminds me that John Travolta used to be a hunkasaurus rex.  Of course, my Travolta of choice will always be Vinnie Barbarino.  But now he's nothing like he was in his fox days.  What happened?  I blame it on Scientology.  Xenu steals your hotness.  Shame...