80’s party

What the hell were we thinking in the 80’s? The clothes? The hair? (And why the hell do kids want to dress like that in 2013?) Creating the perfect poof is a lot more work than I remember. I had to bust out the Aqua Net last night for an 80’s themed birthday party. Yes, they still sell it.

It took me an hour to get ready. Curling, teasing, curling, more teasing until my hair was taller than a top hat. Add a scrunchie and blue eye shadow and I was ready for a Tiffany concert at the mall.

My outfit was good. My friend’s costumes were amazing. My personal favorite was the 80’s business woman. You will never be anything more than a secretary!

I was the first person on the dance floor and stayed there most of the night. I may have looked like Elaine Benes, but I felt like a “Fly Girl.” The DJ played songs from the 80’s and 90’s. I shook what my Mama gave me and raised my hands like I just don’t care. I was sweating profusely. I perspire sitting still. Put my peri menopausal a** in a polyester and lace dress and game over. People were laughing and not with me. I didn’t have a care in the world. (Well, I may regret dropping to the floor with an air guitar. I think I pulled a muscle, but s*** happens after a few margaritas.) It was like, totally fun.