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Man-o-man, did I waste a lot of money during the disco years. $50 matchbooks and $5 matchbooks, available from the bartenders who had to know you. $50 for a half. $5 for a 'Lude. Walk up to the right bartender. Put the money on the bar. Look around. Ask for a book of matches. Easy peasy. Money gone. Chance to sleep that night gone. Yet, here I am. Surprising myself more than anyone else.What I recall is the disco scene in the 70s was a coke scene. Not my thing. What will never be the same that was absolutely part of the scene were Invalid Link Removed. <ahem> In this time of disco I wear KalsØ Earth Shoes.
My favorite club was amazing. I was often the only straight guy there. Maybe 10 females. One heck of a party. I knew the owners and partied with them in their office (as big as their largest dance floor). The men's and women's loos were used differently than most. The women's had all stalls, so that was the coke room. Get your matchbook, get your friends, get in line, use the next open stall. The owners had thoughtfully installed large TP holders with flat tops. You know how they got used! You could fit about 3 peeps per stall. The men's was used by everyone for it's typical purpose. More than one female had to back up to a urinal because the stalls were, um, also in use.
It was a wild time.
That turned into a really sad time.
AIDS.
Wiped that scene out. Lost some friends. Life got really tough for my gay friends for a long time after that.