It happened again last weekend. My little group of troublemakers and I went out. We were out dancing, laughing, having fun, some of us misbehaving juuuust a little bit, singing along to our favorite old school goodies. You know, the usual. And then suddenly: lights came on, night was over. We knew it was coming, but we still get disappointed by it. No Jodeci. No Blackstreet. No SWV. Nuthin’.
