Friday nights in the oldern days

Back in the day, we (OMS and friends, no, I'm not back on the first-person plural thing, and yes, OMS has them) would hit-up a joint called Staff's out in central Pa.

Without fail, every rockin' Friday night, Ratt would end up on the dance floor. One would be astounded just how many dames out there knew all the words and the catchy spin moves.

I kind of miss it but not really.