I didn't like disco the first time around, so I'll admit I used the least amount of energy and imagination I could get away with for my costume for the Ugly Disco. Actually, it wasn't really even a costume, but I got away with it. It was mod, but not, which works just fine in what should be called -- in my humble opinion -- the Ugly 70s. Not at all confined to disco, the costumes were more like Sly & The Family Stone got funky with George Clinton on a fever-less Saturday night.

Anyway, possessed by the party spirit, but with the beer slinging having been exorcised, this year's crowd was a bit more refined than in years past. Mayhaps it was the presence of the undercover police. Yes, there were the roving colored spotlights. Yes, there were the dance cages. Yes, there were the shadow dancers. Yes, that was me and my intern shadow dancing. And, the entire evening was backed up by the insistent pounding of boogie beats.

All said, I did have a few great conversations in the ladies' room -- women are wont to do that -- and on the balcony (Hi, Lamar Billboard Boys!) and some interesting corner -- or is that cornered? -- encounters.

Next up: "Hair" at SUNY Brockport