I Have Seen The Apocolypse, And It Is Disco

I thought that musically speaking, we had moved beyond disco. Sure, there are still some morons out there who like it, or at least tolerate it, but I hate the shit. Always have. Even in it's heyday, I as a teen - trying to get laid - refused to cater to the whims of the female in tow, and relent to a request for disco to be played in the trusty 8-track.

Fast forward to last Friday night.
Me, Mrs. 'C' and some friends go out for dinner and music. The band was named "Love Shack", and they of course, played mostly 80's music, with a handful of disco songs tossed into the mix. There are the expected mix of people there - from the younger set all the way up to people in their 40's and 50's. There are also a handful of drugstore cowboys wearing Wranglers and cowboy hats, with this weird looking circle on the back pocket. Everyone was having a good time dancing to the music, socializing, tossing back the beverages, all the usual stuff.

But then, it got weird.
The band played another disco song. One of the most horrid songs to ever puke into the toilet of disco music. "We Are Family".
So, the rednecks, knowing nothing else but how to properly insert a pinch of snuff and line dance, did just that. Then more people joined in. Until the dance floor was loaded with people line dancing. To disco. Ugh.