These seldom sync up with the actual date. But to think, this is what Eric & I were doing on this day 3 years ago! Wheeeeee! Unlike today, which we spent having sex and eating pizza.
Now technically, those “no dancing in bars” cabaret laws were already on the books in NYC. Somewhere in the back I think, where nobody with a life had checked for centuries. But of course ol’ Rudy found it and blew the dust off it, both as part of his personal
fixation campaign against topless bars, and as some general “quality of life” type thing, better nothing makes life better than NOT being allowed to dance and have a good time. Or maybe Giuliani is just a huge fan of “Footloose” and thought setting up a dancing ban, like in the movie, would bring Kevin Bacon’s sweet sneakered rebel-boy ass straight into his waiting clutches.
But then again, Nietzsche said “I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves.” and I don’t think that man could abide much by chaos.