The nostalgia many people my age have for the '80s is brought into perspective by an '80s party like the one my wife and I went to last night. We were kids in the '80s. We didn't dress like Madonna, or wear Miami Vice outfits. In the early '80s we weren't even 10, and by the end of the '80s we were just blossoming teens careening towards adolescence. Sure, although some of us would never admit it, we wore Jimmy-Z and Z-Cavaricci pants and Capezio shoes, rock band t-shirts, "preppy" clothes and mini-skirts -- well, some things should never go out of style. Today, we look at old pictures and ask ourselves, "What was I thinking wearing that?" or "Can you believe my hair was that big?"
Why, then, the nostalgia for that time? Because we were kids, and our memories of childhood is something we hang on to forever. It's what keeps us young. Laura, my wife, always says, "Getting old is all in the mind." Last night, when she put on her outfit, she looked like she could have been 15. This was a party for people turning 30, but no one was in that mindset. We were teenagers again, until the clock struck twelve and the horse carriage turned back into a pumpkin...
My anxiety prior to the party calmed itself very quickly when we arrived. Maybe the anxiety was about regressing to my childhood and once we got there, I remembered how the time was fun; maybe it was seeing old friends that calmed me down, or maybe it was the open bar -- I don't know. In any case, Laura and I had a blast! We danced almost the entire night. There was even some break dancing. Nostalgia is great and what we have most of the time, but every once in a while, going back in time is fun.
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