When I think of disco dancing. I think of my sister’s 1978 wedding.

My sister wants everything perfect, and especially her wedding. She made sure each part of the ceremony and reception were perfect, and that included the dancing.

She and her future husband, as well as the wedding party, signed up for wedding dancing lessons. Back then that usually meant the lessons would include the hustle and a few other trendy steps.

After those lessons, the reception looked like something out of a bad movie. The girls had huge feathered hair, ruffles on their dresses, and very tall shoes.

The guys also had tall shoes, and pastel tuxedos.

As we all expertly hustled and bumped the night away, the only thing missing was a big silver ball hanging from the ceiling.