Walk this way
I’ve been a bit lax in participating in Soccer Mom in Denial‘s wonderful weekly meme, Music Mondays. For that I’m a little ashamed. You see, I love music. In fact, there is not a single period of my life nor a single event in it that isn’t accompanied in my head by a sound track.
Yes, there is a sound track to my life.
Saturday night my music memory got a huge jolt, music I hadn’t listened to in nearly 2 decades.
Get this: I got to have an adult evening. No, I don’t mean hitting a strip club or watching XXX films (although admittedly that does fall under the heading of “adult entertainment”). Nope, much much better. A friend of mine was having a birthday celebration at a another friend’s house. Her rules were simple: no boys, no babies. Rock on, sister.
The first part of our evening was fairly mellow, sitting around the pool in the back yard eating a lovely dinner, drinking some wine and listening to an 80s marathon on a local radio station. At some point someone put on a mix tape (Yeah, it was a tape. got a problem with that?) and when this came on:
not a single person was still with ass in seat. Seriously, I haven’t just let loose and have a crazy smoking girls’ night in…. well, I can’t even think how long. And let me tell you, I’m not usually much of a dancer, unless I’m at a rave of course, but did I ever get down Saturday night. Actually, my legs are still a little sore… and this from a person who works out 4+ times a week.
Who knows. Maybe it’s cause I had such distinct memories of cranking this song on my Walkman. Maybe I remember dancing to it locked up in my room with my friends. Whatever it was, this song made me shed 20 years and feel like a kid tearing it up out on the deck.