From the Desk of the Publisher

The Pains of Disco

Robin Goldsworthy is the publisher of the Crescenta
Valley Weekly. She can be
reached at robin@cvweekly.com
or (818) 248-2740.

On Friday night, after returning from three glorious days on vacation in Cambria (ah, the wine tasting, the smell of fresh pines, the wine tasting) I shopped in my closet to find appropriate garb for the annual Disco and Diamonds fundraiser benefitting the Glendale Educational Foundation. (Sadly I found everything I needed in my closet to dazzle at the dance. What does that say about my wardrobe?)

After putting on a mini dress, hoop earrings and vintage heels, I joined my friend Kyle Studebaker aboard a Lyft and headed to The Castaway in Burbank where the fundraiser was held. I’m happy to report that indeed it was disco-dress preferred and I was not alone in my polyester. It was a lot of fun looking around the room at the afros, bell bottoms and groovy glasses that reminded me of my days as a disco diva.

But dressing up was not the focus of the evening; it was honoring four alums of Glendale schools and the positive influence they have had on our society.

Dwight Stones was the recipient of the Distinguished Achievement in Health & Fitness Award; Gene “Chip” Stone received the Premier Rose Diamond Award; Louie Sadd received the Paragon Diamond Award; Angela M. Sanchez was the recipient of the Hope Diamond Award.

Prior to each being presented with his/her award, a short video was shown of their accomplishments over the years, from their days at local schools to going out into the world. I was enthralled to hear their stories and it was encouraging to learn what a difference they have made.

After the presentations and a fabulous meal, the music started and it was time to boogie oogie oogie. Professional dancers were on hand to teach specific dance moves (with her bouncing ponytail and flared pants, Glendale board of education member Dr. Armina Gharpetian was a quick study).

I must admit that I had a blast and thought I was doing okay; that is until I got up the next morning and could hardly move. What a rude awakening to the fact that I am no longer 17 years old.

But on Friday night … I wasn’t half bad.