An 80's party

I spent several weeks thinking about the party. I was going to wear my clash tee shirt fer shure, my leather jacket and leather hat. All treasures from a previous lifetime.

As I was upstairs looking through my box of junk/treasures, I came across the photo. The one of Jay, Marty and Hoss hanging out on top of the car. Jay and Hoss were lounging, relaxing. Marty, never one to stop moving, was drumming on the roof, wearing my bobby and the midnights shirt. It would have been nice to have THAT shirt for the party.

So now I was bringing three other people with me to the party. I started to remember the fun we had back then, just hanging out and going to concerts sometimes going to school or work. This brought in more people that I would bring to the party. Wayne, Don, Debbie (she WAS debbie back then, now to be called Debra), Shirley, Dave, Angela, etc. Wow this party was going to be crowded. I was thinking about Harold and Maude, Quardraphenia, the Rocky Horror picture show.

I remembered playing mexicali and sitting on the roof smoking clove cigarettes,(yes we actually did this, it's not just a Tom Petty lyric) and the day Jay hopped a freight train. Dancing on the roof of the bank of america building until the cops came.

I wanted to honor this young girl of my past. I had put her away so many years ago as no longer serving the woman that is me now and I am glad I did. That girl deserved to be honored because she is the one who created me. She is the maiden and I am now the mother, one day to be crone.

I got dressed, put food coloring in my hair and boldly walked my 18 year old circa 1982 punk self into the 7-11 and bought clove cigarettes. The woman at the counter did not know what they were. After finally acquiring the final prop that would complete my previous self, I climbed back into our giant Ford F250 truck and my husband and daughter took me to pick up some other friends and drove us to the party.

There were 80's videos playing. The one I remember is Olivia Newton John's Let's get physical. There were lots of others, but that is the one that keeps coming back to me. I supplied my current friends with clove cigarettes and they all smoked joyfully. I did not smoke, being true to my current self even though I was dressed as my old self.

The music was good, although there were very few songs that I actually knew being played. I danced anyway. Marty, Jay, and Hoss and all the others drifted away, leaving me to dance alone in 2008.

Blessed Be