Friday, September 5, 2008

An Eighties State of Mind

I didn't mean to be in this headspace, but when I booted up this morning and opened my playlist, it just happened to be my '80s playlist, which just happened to randomly start on Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better, which just happens to have pulled me out of more than one pre-suicidal depression, especially the bridge:

And do you feel scared (I do)
But I won't stop and falter
And if we threw it all away
Things can only get better

Go HoJo.

Which reminds me, I saw the Dream Into Action tour at the Concord Pavilion in 1985. Marshall Crenshaw opened. Crazy, the stuff you remember. Mind like a steel trap, that's me.

Which reminds me, the movies on the bill tonight make an '80s vampire double feature. We're screening The Lost Boys again (for Trish's benefit, and because it makes my woman go all squishy), and following it with Tony Scott's The Hunger (which makes me go all squishy, especially when Catherine Deneuve and Susan Sarandon throw down). Another full house for movie night.

Then I get to take the kids to Northgate to meet Katherine at 8:30AM Saturday so they can go camping. It's a job I'm willing to take on, however, as it will mean Raechelle and I can have a full Saturday night to ourselves. Never a bad thing, that. We have a "pie party" to attend with Rae's work friends. Fruit, knives and alcohol - a delightful combination.

Sunday morning we are hosting a football brunch for the Hawks/Bills game, with a bunch of friends. And there will probably be more organizing and cleaning in there. It's really amazing how much fire salvage I can get through when I have a caring partner there to back me up.

And I just checked Rae's blog to see if I could track down a link to her pie party post from last year, and found that she's pretty much wrote the contents of this post. How's that for sharing a brain cell?

1 comment:

Ryan Walker said...

Just thinking of that song puts me right back into a girl's house, trying and failing to get up the nerve to ask her out. Ah, youth.