*Visions of 25th Street Theater*

OHMIGOD!!

Uzz made me a MP3 called 70s and 80s Hell and I'm transported back in time ... I've returned to Waco and here I am dressed all in black and dancing my ass off with a railing at the 25th Street Theater with all the Baylor students mixed amongst the locals.

Big Audio Dynamite, CCCP, The Cure ... they're all here.

I never understood why so many boys would hit on me. I always danced by myself in a corner with a railing or the wall ... I didn't want to dance with the boys (they usually were bad dancers or would try to feel me up). So, I was usually in my own little world lost in the music and wanting to be left alone. I liked watching the really hot dude in the bolero and my friend's boyfriend. They were really good dancers.

It wasn't until MANY YEARS later that I realized dancing with a pole or the wall in such a fashion was indicative of another style of dancing *blushing* but it all makes sense now.

This is just so wild. Music is so amazing when it comes to recalling memories. I'm thinking of all my college roommates and how much I miss them. I may get out some old pictures and scan them for a good laugh. I've been invited to an 80s party Saturday night. It will be like the good old days. (This is the one big drawback to marrying someone eight years my junior - he has no appreciation of the 80s or 80s music except for one song that I hate - 99 luft balloons - ew).