The Rage did a fund raiser last night at a local pub. They threw an 80s party and I spent the first half of the evening laughing about the songs they played and finding out exactly what my younger teammates thought eighties garb looked like and I spent the second half of my night (after a few beers) Rockin’ the Casbah. This morning I feel like I smoked a pack of cigarettes and my feet hurt.
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"This morning I feel like I smoked a pack of cigarettes and my feet hurt."
This statement pretty much wraps up the late 80's and early 90's for me. Actually, it would have been two pack of cigarettes.
uh huh. i'm with ya on that one.
but please do tell my bombadee, who's the chick in the pic?
Is that you in the picture?? The eighties don't remind me of my youth, they remind me of my kids growing up. Ah, old age...
That's not me, it's a pic I found on the net, but I promise that sometime soon I will goto my mothers giant picture drawer and dig out some old photos.
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