Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Last night, I finally succeeded in luring Brittany, Michelle, and Stephanie to "disco night" at the Queen nightclub on the Champs-Elysees. I had loved going there during my previous stint in Paris, with its legendary 70s-80s-themed Monday nights - affectionately called "Disco Queen" - and had vowed to return at least once my second time here. The real entertainment was not the paid dancers but the French guys who apparently take disco night extremely seriously - they had grown out their 'dos to emulate 70s-afro hair, and donned the requisite polyester-and-popped collar ensembles. Speaking of creative ensembles, Stephanie started dancing so vigorously that her dress zipper broke! Not one to slink shyly away in the face of such adversity, she kept on dancing - with a scarf tied (not so discreetly) over the offending gape in her dress! Just a testament to how fun Disco Night really is . . .