So, back in olden times, lo, what now seems to be just about 15 years ago, my grad school friends and I took this song as our anthem:
Medusa (longtime readers will remember her now defunct blog) misheard the lyric “I feel like I just got home” as “I feel like a discopone”, and “the discopone” was born.
So my life now is very different than my life was then, as are all of the lives of those women friends of mine who were in that circle at the time. Except for Medusa, we’ve all left Grad School City, Medusa and I have tenure, two of the others are married with kids, and the remaining lady is now living in the upper midwest with a partner and owns a business. I have been a college professor for nearly 10 years, I own a home, I typically socialize by drinking some wine with friends over dinner as opposed to going out five nights a week to listen to live music (though it occurs to me that if I did that, rather than staying home to write and to read, or socializing by eating great food and drinking alcohol, I’d weigh a lot less because of the endless dancing involved in that former live music schedule), and, indeed, last night I was so wiped out by the week that I came home, had some dinner, did some knitting, took a hot bath, and fell asleep on the couch around 8:30. I then woke up just before 10, and thought, wow, I’m exhausted: time for bed!
But tonight! Tonight I went out with The Dude (who early in the evening made it his job to annoy the fuck out of me, to which I responded not entirely positively, but it all worked out in the end), and I saw a band I love and I danced my ass off, and honestly, I’ve not had so much fun in years. Now, it’s true that I was ready to leave long before last call, even before the encore was complete. I’m no spring chicken. But, nevertheless, while I might not be a spring chicken, I am, indeed, a discopone. Maybe not regularly, but that part of me still exists. Seriously: tonight was fucking boss.
And, on that note, I shall now retire to bed. And the bars aren’t even closed yet. Because while I may still be a discopone at heart, I’m also a lady in her late 30s who needs her beauty sleep 
Sounds awesome! Discopone FTMFW!
You went out to listen to live music 5 nights a week in grad school? Wow. Your grad school adventures sound much livelier than mine!
CDS – It was only a 2-year period, in what was ultimately a 7-year period of getting my MA and PhD, but yes, that did happen. Sleep was sacrificed in favor of dancing my ass off. I could not have done this if I weren’t in my earlyish 20s (the days of this ended when I turned 25). Basically, I would wake up at like 5 am, read/write, go to class and/or teach, work until like 6 or 7, take a disco-nap, and then I’d go out from like 10pm to 1am. It’s also worth noting that it wasn’t five nights a week all the time – that was just the average/norm. I don’t recommend this way of living, but it is what I did in years 2 and 3 of my PhD program. It’s also worth noting that I drink more now than I did then, even though I don’t go out. I have more money for alcohol these days. But I also sleep a lot more and socialize a lot less.