Wasn’t it Yesterday?

The movie Saturday Night Fever was released the summer of my 21st birthday.

Twice I went to see it.  The first time with a guy/date.  He got jealous while I sat drooling over John Travolta’s dance moves.

A couple weeks later, I went with a girlfriend.
After the movie, we stopped to get milkshakes and discuss its goods and the bads, and how life portrayed in Manhattan connected to what we knew in the Valley growing up.

It seemed much better the second time I saw it.
Much better with pleasant company.

In the months that followed, the soundtrack zoomed to the top of the radio listening charts.  Several dance places opened, with the sparkly ball overhead, and the light-up panels on the floor.

The fella mentioned before proved to be a worthwhile dance partner.  We were at a club every chance we could get.

Whoever could have known that this summer of my 50th birthday, when the song Saturday Night Fever came on the tiny radio I keep in the laundry room, I’d be counting the little steps and swaying hips while changing the litter in the cat box.

Times steals softly…….
~~love and Huggs, Diane

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5 Responses to Wasn’t it Yesterday?

  1. Dawn says:

    First, Happy Birthday.

    Its odd how something from younger times can plant itself in your mind, and bring back so many memories.

  2. Tee says:

    Happy Birthday, Diane. A bitter sweet post! {HUGS}

  3. momma says:

    For me it was ‘No Satisfaction’ by the Rolling Stones. Every time I hear it I remember dancing on the raft on Pontiac Lake to the loudspeakers on shore. Oh the pleasant memories of summer that brings back!

  4. caroline says:

    I was really young when that movie came out. But i do know that no party is complete without playing some of the songs on that movie.

    Was it your birthday? If so…Happy Birthday…

  5. Doris says:

    Ahhhh ain’t it just nice when a little tune, which was once so big, zips right on in our ears and makes our once little hips sway to the music and we are once again that teen as if the years have concertina-ed down so that we know we are not there but could appreciate those times with the knowledge and experience we now had. Time sure steals softly 🙂