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...
