The thing that I love about high school kids…

…is that I keep getting older, and they stay the same age.

That phrase has *literally* been stuck in my head like a bad song ever since Saturday. Granted, in the context of the movie Dazed and Confused, it was actually referring to high school girls, but not being a camaro-driving perv myself, I’m speaking purely generally here.

So what brought this on, you ask? Good question!

There I was on Saturday night at the Black Cat, doing my thing behind the decks at my dance party Right Round. It’s an 80s alt-pop party, so sometimes people attend with certain…expectations on the music. But I’ll get back to that. Suddenly the door burst open, and in came what could only be described as a HERD of very, VERY young kids. I don’t mean young like 21 young, but young like 16, tops. Now, the Black Cat is an all-ages club – I think that groups of this nature have to have a chaperone present, but they are legally allowed to be there, so that wasn’t what surprised me. What DID surprise me (and was absolutely hilarious) were their outfits, actually. Dudes, I have jelly bracelets older than some of these kids. No… really. It was like the cast of Saved by the Bell kidnapped the kids from Silver Spoons and were chasing after Helen Hunt and Sara Jessica Parker from the movie Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

Side pony tails and skinny ties, and off-the-shoulder sweaters in unnatural shades of green, orange and pink ran rampant. Fedoras and pegged jeans and fingerless gloves and big belts too – my brain is still swimming from it. There were repeated comments from other 80s veterans like myself that “they are overdoing it – we never dressed like that”. Um, actually if you want to see my junior high school yearbook, I’ll prove that we did. No wonder my hippie mother used to cringe whenever I’d walk in the room from 1982 to… well, up to now, really… I am frequently reminded of the time that I asked said mother for a bustier so that I could look more like Madonna… oh the ignorance of youth…

I’ll give them credit, though – those kids will actually dance to anything. Songs that typically drive my regulars in droves to the bar or outside for some air these kids were freaking out on. They even danced like maniacs to Puttin’ on the Ritz by Taco, for god’s sake. I am willing to put aside my utter indignation at their repeated requests for Bon Jovi in favor of my pride in their ability to get down with unadulterated bliss to Girlfriend in a Coma. Mission accomplished – operation ‘molding young minds’ is complete for another day.

4 Comments so far

  1. JennB (unregistered) on September 19th, 2005 @ 9:09 am

    People still wear side pony tails? Really?


  2. Tom Bridge (unregistered) on September 19th, 2005 @ 9:42 am

    Didn’t you see Napoleon Dynamite? Gosh…


  3. JennB (unregistered) on September 19th, 2005 @ 11:46 am

    I stand corrected.


  4. Christian (unregistered) on September 19th, 2005 @ 1:22 pm

    I have also observed this. Now twenty- and thirtysomethings can’t be “eighties” for Halloween! So long, old standby. Halloween, by they way, is only six weeks away — time to start planning if you’re going to win contests! ;-)



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