oh no!...wait, who cares!

I had a radio show in college and a dude would call up every single week requesting Copacabana by Barry Manilow. We would have been willing to play it, but it was nowhere to be found. Eventually (and I mean after like three months), he stopped calling. But one day, my partner was digging through the "Good Life" section, and he stumbled across the record. We played it on the off chance that he was still listenting. The dude called in all excited, "Oh my God. Thank you so much! This is great!!!" I still can't figure out why he called during the song that he was so intent on hearing. Maybe it actually WAS Barry Manilow? That's my Copacabana story.

I used to go to the Copa a lot back in the old days. Friday nights were for wives, but Saturday nights were for girlfriends. I'd skip the line by going in through the back door and walking in past the kitchen. I'd always get a seat up front. It was a real treat to see Henny Youngman in his prime.

hahahahahhahahahahhahah

I guess I'll have to go to Club Babaloo now.

I guess music and passion are no longer in fashion.

Omg! I'm so glad this place closed. It was home to ugly ghetto people who are clueless about fashion. Oh, and the music sucked too.

Thank you Jesus!

wow Gaby -

you really really suck! what a fucking privileged little shit, I really hope you get hit by a bus! Or maybe die from some arsenic put in your coke by one of them ugly ghetto people who does all the fucking work in the world so you don't have to!

restating the obvious

gaby = fucking privileged little shit

who names their kid gaby anyway?