Eighties Night Fallout

Diversion from my normal blog. Eating and exercise were not good, so I'll concentrate on what was good:

I don't have any pictures to post from Eighties Night at our local sports bar last night, but I will try to paint a picture of the evening. We got all ready at the house, my son wearing the Ralph Lauren khakis, Polo shirt, and sweater tied and draped over the shoulders. Wife with the denimy feathered hair approach. And me sporting the straight tight jeans, white collared shirt, piano tie, and hair loaded with hairspray. When we pulled up to the place, we all kind of had this moment of hesitation like "This sounded great when we first heard about it but now that we're actually here...walking into a public place..looking like this..what if we're the only ones dressed up?"

But we soon got past that and instantly knew all was well when we walked in to a cheesy bleach blond haired, red suspender wearing, flashlight toting DJ waving his arms around like a madman and singing along to Bananarama. I mean the place is pretty 80s-friendly looking to begin with, but this dude sealed the deal. From then on, it felt pretty much like we were actually living in an 80s movie. Some highlights that were not typical Thursday night fare for us:

- Staying out after midnight on a weeknight downing beers (hey they were Bud Light at least)

- Basically talking to everyone in the place as if we knew them all, like it was St Elmo's Fire or something

- I was told by a waitress that I looked like Robert Palmer

- I was approached (while sitting at the table with my wife and son) by a woman dressed something like this, but with more bracelets and stuff, who looked me straight in the eyes and said "I want to have your tie." So many potential cheesy 80s movie type responses to that, but I wisely opted not to use any of them! Our son really wished he had worn the piano tie at that point.

- My wife was approached by this dude who staggering around half in the bag, leaning all over women, while busting his signature pump thrust move (You know there's one of them in every 80s flick! This guys lives the part too, of the 10 or so times I've been to the place, he's been there probably 8 times) . He started telling her how "darling, I have more experience than those 2  a&&h&les put together" (my son and I being the two a&&h&les) and so on. Now normally I would have gotten really pissed for him talking like that and would have ran the dude off.  And I would have if he had started touching her. But somehow I wasn't mad at the guy. In fact, the whole thing was really hilarious and my son and I were dying laughing (I mean tears) while this was going on and we actually ended up talking to him for a while as if we were all best buddies. Boy did that feel straight out of a movie scene.

My son, who was born in the 80s but didn't grow up in the 80s said of the night "it was the closest to living in the 80s I'll ever get."

Hope y'all enjoyed the departure from my normal topics, have a great night!