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The Good Old Days.

This weekend has been a bit nostalgic for me. Last night, my friend had an 80s-themed birthday party at her house where a bunch of us were decked out in 80s gear, and we listened and grooved to music by artists such as The Cure, Peter Gabriel, Journey, Madonna and Michael Jackson. Considering the fact that our group consists of individuals who are in their late 20s to early 30s, last night was an escape because it allowed us to reminisce about the “good old days.” Never did I imagine that talking about the “good old days” would arrive so quickly; I always thought old folks talked about that. Moreover, I kept finding myself saying “they don’t make music like they used to,” a common statement, again, made by old folks.

By the end of the night, I was sitting on the couch (garbed in my Nike high-tops, legwarmers, Members Only jacket, cropped tank top, ruffled skirt and feather earrings), staring into space with a nice little buzz, wondering where the hell time went. When you’re young, you want time to go by fast and when you’re older, you want to slam on the brakes and make time go by slower. Ah, life.

With that being said, I leave you with one of my all-time favorite bands, The Cure. This song was actually playing on the ipod while I was having my spaced-out moment on the couch. How melodramatic.


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