There was an extra suit on the subway this morning - mine.
I don't usually go to work looking smart, but this afternoon Belinda and Abe are having a disco wedding in Central Park.
Due to a slight oversight on my part, the suit is not white, I'm not wearing a black shirt, my chin is not cleft, and I'm not sure my lips are big enough to do that pouty thing that is Travolta's trademark.
It's going to have to be all in the mind.
There's only one thing to do.
Reach for the Disco Fever compilation CDs.
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