i can't dance... ?!
i didn't think it was possible. i had hoped it wasn't true. but last night revealed a painful discovery: it is absolutely impossible to dance to 80s music without looking like one of the nameless crowd in the prom scene from "pretty in pink". or if you need another molly ringwold reference, think of the "breakfast club" library post-doobie dance scene. kayleen and i went to meet up with a friend of hers from work at shooterz for 80s night, and spent the first, oh, 3 hours or so talking, scrounging for quarters (there were chips to be bought and pinball to be played!) and rather embarrassing ourselves with a round of pool. the music just wasn't inspiring us to really shake it down, so we headed down the street to a taco shop and relived college memories... except this time 'round, i was serenaded by an older gentleman who was spitting rather large chunks of taco during his cancion. it was sweet. back to the club we went to bid adieu to the friend, when we caught the tail end of the 80s set: dead man's party, and when doves cry. 2 of my personal favorites in the select few songs i will claim from that decade.

and that is when we discovered that the only thing to do when an 80s tune is all around you is to just flap your arms and your hair and kick your legs and look like an idiot, just like everyone else. lesson learned.