Friday, July 30, 2010

Free For All Friday, July 30


Congratulations on surviving another week! I don't know about you, but I'm glad to see this week come to an end.  Now it's on to the weekend.  

Does anyone else remember the song above? Did you know it's actually the theme song to a movie with the same name?  I loved the 70s for its randomness and this movie was one of the most random things ever.  Set at a disco it followed a married couple out for a night of action, a singer (Donna Summer) trying to get her record played by the DJ, a special guest appearance by the Commodores (I STAN for Lionel!), and a host of other story lines.  This was my song as a kid, you know, back when I thought surviving the school week was the toughest thing ever. What songs defined your childhood? 

We're having our annual family get together. I refuse to call it a reunion because I see 95% of them all year round for every holiday. Mother's Day? Labor Day? Easter? Armistice Day? We're at someone's house eating, drinking and telling lies.  When my grandmother passed in 1988, her children vowed to meet on the weekend of her birthday every year and with very few exceptions, they've done so.  My cousin and I were discussing the lack of participation by most of our younger cousins.  No, there's nothing exciting about hanging with the older crew, but it's certainly a learning experience.  Thanks to family get togethers, I know who got run out of town when they were younger, who lied about their age to sign on to the navy, etc.  And there's nothing as entertaining as what happens when someone in this family gets married!  Remember the last time that happened? (My Cousin Got Married & Other Foolishness). At any rate, I'll be hanging with Aunt Jean this weekend watching her put every man, woman and child, that needs it, in check.

What's going on in your world? Big plans for the weekend?

1 comment :

  1. I wasn't old enough in the 70s to truly appreciate disco, but I would have given anything to experience a club like that.

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