At school there was an annual school disco and I'd be standing in my bedroom wondering what to wear for hours on end. Eventually I'd arrive at a decision that was just the most ridiculous costume you could have ever devised - I think it was probably knitted Christmas jumpers on top of buttoned-up white shirts.
But then I'm one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.