When you're mid-blackout and tire yourself out from dancing then take a nap and hear your favorite song, and pop up like piece of toast, and continue partying.
Chic: I think he's slumped...
Bro: Naw, wait for it. He's all about the Nap and Rally.
Me: *Hears Shoota* *Rises like the second coming of Jesus*
Bro: See there he goes back to the dance floor!
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)