
So with nothing to do on a Thursday night except watch TV (something I am trying to do less of these days) I accepted an offer to go to a place called Do Re Me..It was the kinda roommate bonding thing one must do every now and then to assure house hold harmony... Hard to describe the joint...Early 70's massage parlor comes closest...Cheesy vinyl banquets, mirrored walls, black lacquered furniture in each of the private Kareoke rooms...But in the middle of the ceiling was this voice activated spinning disco ball...The colors were so beautiful, I had to take this picture...I sang some Sinatra...The bonding thing made that necessary... so I should be good for a while...
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