Hmmm, I can’t imagine why but suddenly the title track from Xanadu just popped into my head:

Perhaps because, in an ideal world, I would totally wear a grape lamé bodice to an evening at a really happening roller disco. In fact, in an ideal world, there would be a really happening roller disco. And I would be able to roller skate (I spent most of the fall/winter birthday parties of fourth through sixth grade careening from one guard rail to another, and screaming, to the flummoxed consternation of my more coordinated friends, who generally zipped past me backward, eating a hot dog, and looking concerned). But, of course, at a Really Happening Roller Disco, one would pair one’s grape lamé bodice with hot pants. I think we can all agree that we need to celebrate SJP for resisting the urge.

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