The dancing men in gold chains and unbuttoned shirts in the old Pavilion Lounge never looked like they were 'Disney people.' I got the feeling that they were locals looking for some sort of nightlife, and they just slithered into the Pavilion Lounge on weekend nights to hit on the chicks! There is always one guy in a place like that who thinks he is John Travolta circa the 1970's, and he adopts his triumphant, arm-in-the-air, hip-jutted-out, smoldering-pouty-lips pose on the dance floor to bring a breathy, dramatic conclusion to his crazy, arms-zig-zagging-wildly-around-mixed-with-pantomime-moves. I only watched....and stayed far, far away. Maybe it was the buzz from my nice daiquiri or the infectious giggles of my friends at the sight of this serpentine Lord of the Dance. but I could NOT stop laughing. Just endless, stomach-hurting, face-contorting laughter. Ahhh....I miss the good ol' Pavilion Lounge.