ornament memories II

One year of college, above all others, stands out in my mind because of the fun memories made with the wonderful roommates I had.  The Babes of 301A were perfectly matched (hand selected).  And, we had fun.  We stayed up too late, ate lots of junk, consoled each other and celebrated with one another, dedicated movie moments and songs, laughed a lot, and sometimes, we even studied.  

And we danced.  

Someone would throw on the tunes and all inhibitions were tossed out the door.  At some point in the year we decided that our dancing habits merited our throwing a HUGE disco dancing party.  We visited the DI for the perfect ensembles.  We made fliers to hang in our complex and pass out to our friends.  We made fondue.  We rented a disco ball.

I don't remember how many people came to our disco party.  We filled up our tiny apartment as we jammed to the songs of Gloria Gaynor and ABBA.  It was a night of memories that always make me smile. 

One of those fabulous roommates, a few years post-301A, gave me a tiny disco ball at an ornament exchange.  Every year, when I pull it out to put it on my tree, the strains of "Dancing Queen" pop in my head and my heart remembers these girls, my besties, from back in the day.  So glad to call you mine.

Merry Christmas to Mar, Lar, Les, Nat and Nat!