Continuing in this year of gratitude, today I was reminded how special it is I got to not only experience, but survive the decade of neon, leg warmers and a coke-infused Wall Street. (OK, so I still wear legwarmers. They’re just so good at their job!)
I was sitting at a coffee shop at this communal table and a girl across the way asks if anyone has internet.
“Sure, did you need to look something up?”
“Well,” she chirps, “I just need to find the name of a song. It’s about Jenny. I need her phone number?” Yes, the end of her statement sounded like a question.
“Are you talking about that 80’s song? As in, eight six seven five three oh nine?”
The three other dudes on the table, clearly in my age range, burst out in laughter with me. Ok, I guess I’m officially answering old person questions now! That’s what I get for hanging out near NYU.
So then, she asks me to repeat it. And this was the best part.
“Yeah.” She jots down them digits.
“Seven five, OK.”
“Three. Oh. Nine.”
“OK, got it, *thanks!*” (stars denote super-perkiness)
For a good time. For a good time caaaaaaall…
We all love the decade that will never die (it seems to have made a come back 15 years ago and never actually went away . . . ) so there are ample lists of favorites and hates to share. Do you agree with any of these?
- 20 Worst Fashion Mistakes (only 20?!)
- Best songs of the 80s?
- Best movies of the 80s – Oh, John Hughes!
Me? The Breakfast Club, Tainted Love, side-tie-hypercolor t-shirt with matching plastic hoop earrings (don’t forget the wave). Done.