The 80's Fucking ROCKED!

(I am writing this entire post in neon colors as a tribute to the orange neon sweatshirt I owned in the 80's with the wide neck (a la Flashdance), and the neon green socks I wore with it.

Ahhh, the 80's. How I long for the 80's. I mean, when can we ever again expect to celebrate and embrace things like koosh balls, friendship bracelets, jelly shoes, hacky-sacks, the original Trivial Pursuit, Baby on Board signs, and slogans and sayings like "Where's the Beef?!" and "PSYCHE!"

It was 1989 when this picture of me was taken. I'm with my boyfriend (whose name shall not be mentioned for his own protection, but whom I will refer to as "D.") whom I dated for two years in high school. I can't look at this picture and not laugh. I mean, dear lord, why is that dead bird on my right shoulder. For the love of... Please note D's skinny-as-dental-floss tie. Can someone tell me again why we thought that was cool? He looks like a "Miami Vice" wanna be.



What you can't see in this picture is that he's wearing no socks and gray loafers. (And I have no idea how I remember that's what was on his feet, but I do). And if I remember correctly, he had his pants pegged and rolled so they were tight at the ankles. Oh... my... god...

And before I start regretting that I posted this picture, let me end with a note that I blame no one for laughing at my hair. And as horrified as I am to admit this, that was not a perm. God... help... me... (And if you look closely, you will see the two moles on my upper lip that I had removed a few months after this picture was taken.)