Remember when you first learned of “Teen Night” at one of the clubs in town? You and your friends packed yourselves into the station wagon that the one person who was old enough to drive could borrow for the night and off you went. You were feeling very grown up but at the same time, wishing you were old enough to have had a beer or six before going in. All nervous and fidgety, you and your friends entered the club, through the haze of Polo and Drakkar Noir to see the laser light show gleaming through permed hair that was teased within an inch of its life. The music was thumping and blasting all your favorite hits. Your group shuffled around, squinting in the darkness, looking for some faces you recognized or maybe some new ones that you wanted to see up closer. Then it happened. “Your song” came on and you grabbed your friend’s hand and sprinted towards the dance floor.
When this song, errrreybody needed to get off the raised dance platforms because me and my crew were coming up there to do “The Smurf,” “The Wop,” and of course, “The Running Man.”
Sometimes there would be a DJ trying to make a name for himself who would play something that wasn’t necessarily Top 40 and you would get to try out “The Pac-Man” and “Roger Rabbit” to something like this.
What made you report to the dance floor?