“It’s Friday,” Elmo thought, “and after this week of hell I need a beer and a boogie.” So he donned his afro wig and his platform shoes, and headed downtown to The Inferno for a night of gettin’ funky with the ladies. Through the beams of disco ball light, Elmo saw the dancing queen of his fantasies, and shook his booty over to her. Struggling to focus on her face, he said, “If I can’t have you, I don’t want nobody baby…and, by the way, snow is likely today and Saturday with some accumulation possible Friday. Highs will be in the lower to middle 30s, baby.”
Disco Elmo
Published February 28, 1997
