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Back in high school, I rebelled. I didn’t swoon over popular boys found on the cover of Tiger Beat magazine.
I refused. I saved my sighs for the boys I could see every day walking the halls.
But I loved music. Challenge me on any 80’s tune and you will lose. Lose I say! I am the queen of 80’s music. So do you have any idea how much fun I’m going to have tonight?? I’m going to see Duran Duran!
When I found I was going I thought first of my friend Andrea. Poor Andrea was one of those girls who argued with others over which of the band members she was going to marry–lengthy conversations at the lunch table ensued. Why do I refer to Andrea with sympathy? I wasn’t part of the conversation, and that pissed me off. So one day I raged at Andrea.
“You’re never going to meet Duran Duran! You will never marry any of them! So SHUT UP!”
I still feel guilty about that today.
So tonight I will take my friend Deb to the concert with me, and you know why? Because she told me she had a poster of Roger Taylor in her room throughout high school and she kissed him good night every single night of high school. I can’t take Andrea because she doesn’t live close by, but Deb will enjoy the concert as much as Andrea would.
Tonight I will sing every word (okay to all the songs from the 80’s) and I will dance and I will scream and I will sigh over the boys I should have given my attention to in high school. They would have gotten me in a lot less trouble.
October 17th, 2011 at 10:46 pm
bwahahahahaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! you were just mad cause you knew Simon was mine!
They played here Friday night and I thought of you. I hope you had the best time.
So my confession is, I probably was not their biggest fan, just their most obnoxious. There are some people who show up in our lives to say the right thing at the right time in the only way that can be heard. I started to pay attention to real boys in the real world after that, and that was the gift you gave me. So don’t feel badly-my mom wanted to send you a freakin’ thank you card. 😉
As a postscript, my new employee was a rock show caterer in another life, and as she was telling me about Simon LeBon (flirt!) I started to blush. I’m 41 years old, but the inner teenager never dies…