Turn Around Bright Eyes

Snaggit? Oh it doesn't matter as we drifted through the Drakkar laden lads and gyrating honeys who danced to the various silly dance songs that people dug at a little dance heaven called Plastique. It was an odd time. A time before I even knew what a club guy was. I suppose we all were. There was a song called I Hear Talk by a silly group named Bucks Fizz that for some reason always got the club hopping. Never could understand it. The boy toys would be on their little cubes dancing away and the hotties would doing their thing. All a very strange moment in time. The club only lasted a few years and slowly faded out of the memory of the Y. A strange, but fun time.

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[Crispy]

ah yes, Mr. Javier Lopez, where are you? And what of Philip and Chili Bowl?

Plastique was on the second floor. It had a balcony facing Center St. My friends and I used to climb a small tree to sneak in.