My friend Tracy invited me to go to '80s dance night at a nearby club last night. Not so near that I didn't have to take the bus, mind you. Unfortunately, when I got there, it turned out that the club had discontinued '80s night three weeks earlier, but hadn't updated their listing. Dangit. The crowd who turned out were more the pool-cues-and-pickups crowd.
Of course, I had dressed up more than anyone else did (of the few people who showed up.) Enduring the stares of fellow bus-riders and 7-11 shoppers (not to mention the bar patrons) made me feel as though I really were back in the '80s!
We "snuck" into the section of the bar where there should have been Flock of Seagulls/White Rain Hairspray action and forlornly drank our drinks, until an employee kicked us out. He also refused to put on any '80s music, even though Tracy said "please."
So we sulkily sat in the lobby and groused, then drank, talked about relationships, and took some photos.
Please note that my shirt states "Reagan Hates Me" and has a cutout of an anarchy symbol on the back. That is a genuine article, folks.
I put a new movie on the movie page of my main site. I will likely have more photos, but no time to rename/post them now!