Elton - Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93JvHkdYNNw
Another memory flogger - Spring of '74...playing poor pinball and eating the worst pizza ever at Electric Circus down in the bowels of Route 1 and Hybla Valley; parking behind St. Agnes school at night; gray skies and moods to match; Rick's birthday party. What a bacchanal. Was in Colorado for Spring break, flew home early just to make the party. Got into Dulles and then home about 6; just enough time to change clothes and hitch a ride with Edmund to the festivities. I'm exhausted, but always a professional. It's held in a penthouse out at Skyline, secured by some drug connection of Rick's. Loads of people, loads of stuff to consume. I remember sharing a beer and cigar with the doorman; trying to make time with some girl while trying to avoid another, must have been two dozen gate crashers - mean guys and tough women. Midnight we closed shop. Empties everywhere. Could of made a fortune on the recycling fees. Ended up continuing the party at Ron's house. The gods alone know how or when I got home. Maybe I never did.
Another memory flogger - Spring of '74...playing poor pinball and eating the worst pizza ever at Electric Circus down in the bowels of Route 1 and Hybla Valley; parking behind St. Agnes school at night; gray skies and moods to match; Rick's birthday party. What a bacchanal. Was in Colorado for Spring break, flew home early just to make the party. Got into Dulles and then home about 6; just enough time to change clothes and hitch a ride with Edmund to the festivities. I'm exhausted, but always a professional. It's held in a penthouse out at Skyline, secured by some drug connection of Rick's. Loads of people, loads of stuff to consume. I remember sharing a beer and cigar with the doorman; trying to make time with some girl while trying to avoid another, must have been two dozen gate crashers - mean guys and tough women. Midnight we closed shop. Empties everywhere. Could of made a fortune on the recycling fees. Ended up continuing the party at Ron's house. The gods alone know how or when I got home. Maybe I never did.
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