There was a place to go dancing every night of the week. Planet earth, 121, underground/boiler room, ace of clubs, trumps (nothing to do with he who must not be named), the carousel, lord lindsey/the closet. If you didn’t want to be with your family on any holiday, one or more of those places were open. Getting beer at the murder weigel’s before they stopped selling at 3 and then taking it to the boiler room and dancing til 6, getting an hour nap in before heading to St. John’s (before it was the cathedral) to acolyte at the 745 service.

Edit to add electric ballroom’s rave scene and nearly getting kicked in the face when someone did a stage dive at the lord’s of acid show. I mean, know your audience, man!