Tomorrow night, I’m going out to dinner with a good friend of mine. I’m kind-of hoping that she’ll agree to go to the Reagle Beagle, a 70’s- and 80’s-themed restaurant/bar. I haven’t been there yet, but it sounds like fun. After all, I love the 70’s and 80’s—especially the 80’s.
I love anything 80’s. I love 80’s music, 80’s sitcoms, 80’s references…I really love the “I Love the 80’s” tv show.
I know it’s all quite lame. I know this. But I don’t care. I guess it just has some nostalgic value to me. I can hear a song from the 80’s and be instantly transported back to junior high school.
Come to think of it, why is this in any way a pleasant memory to me? Junior high was not exactly the best experience of my life. I was a huge nerd with big permed hair and even bigger glasses. I was not popular. (But at least I was smart.)
In my 7th grade class, there were only 6 girls and something like 30 boys. And all 5of the other girls in my class were cheerleaders. At least I was cool enough to not be a cheerleader. I can remember vividly sitting on a swing, trying to ignore the 5 of them as they cheered over and over again: “Ready?—OK! Take it to the limit, take it to the top, we are the mighty Wolves and we can’t be stopped…so take it to…the TOP!” And then the worst part was the inevitable “Wooo!”s that followed the cheer. Really? You think your lame-ass cheer is something to “wooo” about?
And then there was the boy I just had the hugest crush on—throughout junior high and much of high school. I will never forget how much I wanted to go out with Brian. He was probably the most popular boy in the school—mostly because he was a pretty funny guy. Once, I had the chance to dance with him at a school dance, ON MY BIRTHDAY. I was in seventh heaven!
So I guess they weren’t all bad moments in junior high—just most of them.
And I’m still a huge nerd. You wanna know how much of a nerd I am? I am the only person I know who can hear the song “We Built This City” and get teary-eyed.
Now that’s nerdy!