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LOL. I’m weird about avatars and photos (among other things). Not even a photo on Facebook!

 

If you survived Studio 54, you've earned the right to an avatar. Or not as desired. That was the key to why so many of us didn't know the name.

 

I survived Studio 54. But I was only there once, on invitation from someone I had never met. Don't worry, there was a group of us.
The other nights in NY I had to work til after midnight to help get a new art gallery off the ground.

 

I did survive shockingly. At least once a week during the day LOL. I’d leave work at 6-home by 6:30, out with the dog until 7:30 (poor thing-one of my biggest regrets was having a dog when working full time but I was young, stupid and selfish), in bed by 8 and wake up calls would start around 11 to meet before midnight. The marvel was getting up the next morning to go to work.

 

One of the perks of being young. Probably one of the only ones.

 

Beyond true LOL. I don’t know how I did it but I was far from alone. Spending my 20s in NYC during the 70s was an experience.

 

Ocassionally, after a late club night, I'd call in sick due to "bad ice." Lots of sympathy because none of my colleagues made the connection to the contents of my cocktail.

Debora

 

(LOL) I barely drank even in college, and never did anything the cops would have confiscated. Doesn't sound like I really missed much. Of course by the time I was old enough, there was no Studio 54 and my college was out among the cows anyway.

 

Tell me about Studio 54?
As I say, I live under a rock

 

New York City night club, beloved of the jet set and wanna-bes. Infamous for less than legally acceptible goings-on in the restrooms and at the tables.

 

A famous/notorious nightclub in New York. The night I was there, Blondie performed.

One thing I noticed, was that while the girls and women dressed up, most guys just wore old T-shirts. Except for the cross-dressers of course.
I promised myself to never date an NY guy in an old T-shirt. I guess I am too European.

 

I was neither.
We were invited by a hot-shot who was a regular. Not jet set or wanna-be either, but rich enough to own the building where the gallery was located (and other buildings), and pay for the night for a group of people he hardly knew. He thought us presentable enough to show off.

 

It was also a bit of a tourist trap, and you were trapped into it.(LOL) They wouldn't have let the likes of me past the door.

 

I wasn't a tourist either. Worked long hours to meet a deadline, and only managed to sneak in two museum visits.
Tourists had to wait in line, we were ushered right through.
I had a terrible cold too, but it was one of those things where saying no would have been bad for business. So I went, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

 

The guy who owned the place owed the gallery owner? Wouldn't surprise me.

 

That would be none of my business. I am sure there are many other reasons why someone would have been a valued regular there.
And if someone owned a couple of buildings in NYC, I'm sure he could pay to entertain a group of people in Studio 54.

 

There was a pretty strict door policy. He'd to have had something to offer besides money.

Debora

 

That's the understatement of the year. Sex and drugs everywhere!

 

If you want an inside look, watch the Netflix "Halston" video.

 

Didn't the late great Greg mention going there frequently