In 1986 I told a New York City yuppie at The Surf Club on E 91st Street that I was a Maine housewife making a living from selling Tupperware. It seemed to turn him on. I didn't tell him I was really a college student dating a townie. Then I asked the DJ to play New Order and she did but I didn't dance, because I was more content being a wallflower in black.
I miss myself.
I miss myself.
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Was it "Blue Monday"?
I actually don't recall which song, but New Order was definitely the soundtrack to my life back then!
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