So is this where you thought you would be almost 20 years after college graduation? Honestly I have no idea. I was listening to Yahoo radio this morning, one of those 80's mix stations. And what comes on but Open Arms. Takes me back to all of those "slow song" bands, Air Supply, Journey etc. The parties my friends and I had in the basements, with our folks upstairs. Hmmm, we must have been in junior high school, freshman in high school at the oldest. We were a pretty calm crowd, the "activities" kids. You know band, choir, Spanish club, newspaper. Yup those kids. And now I have kids that age. I have no idea when that happened. It seems like just a few years ago, that I was dancing with Bill Schmoker in the basement, decorated with crepe paper and colored light bulbs in the sockets. I can still remember all of the feelings. The excited and sick feeling in your stomach. The warm spot on your back where the guys hand was touching you. And the absolute terrifying thought, Was he going to kiss you? And not knowing which you wanted, both were scary. And jeez we couldn't dance, it was more swaying to the music, but it was so much fun. I think those parties were much more fun than any when you get older. High School was scary. One wrong move, we were so worried about saying the wrong thing or wearing the wrong thing, or doing the wrong thing. College was basically alcohol fueled. I had fun at those parties, but your guard was never down. And now as a "grown up" parties usually have different meanings. A way to network, kiss up to the boss, that kind of stuff. Nobody will scream when Jesse's Girl come and grab their girls friends to go dance. Maybe if we did that folks wouldn't be so stressed. Maybe what we need is a good basement party. Full of your friends, your records and slow dancing with that jumpy feeling in your stomach.
Posted by Megan : 10:38 AM :
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