Winter Is a Drag Ball 2020 As we approach the pandemic's one-year anniversary, I've been thinking a lot about the final days of normalcy in early 2020. For instance, my last "regular" night out was spent spinning records with some Seven Days colleagues and DJ Disco Phantom at the Monkey House on March 11. That's the date when, in a virtual press conference, the World Health Organization finally used the word "pandemic" to categorize what was happening. Even though it was a fun hang, a pall hung over the Winooski nightclub that night as news of event cancellations and other coronavirus-related realities continued to interrupt the good times. I've not hit the decks since, and I really, really miss it.