Anywho, I thought it would be fun to have a flashback today, since you know I love those.
The Year Is 1987.
I was 12 years old, had a bad haircut, wore bad clothes, and listened to bad music. But hey, it was the 80's, yo; didn't we all? Don't take my word for it - behold the photographic evidence!
|I know I was awesome. Don't be hatin'.|
|Oh, Alasdair... how I hearted you. You too, Alanis Morissette.|
Since we lived in the boondocks of northern Vermont, my parents had a satellite dish - the big 12 foot diameter kind, not the cute little Direct TV ones. Anyone who has ever had a satellite dish will tell you that they're temperamental bastards, and that night as we all waited with baited breath to see if Baby would complete the much-anticipated lift in the final dance scene, a gust of wind blew the satellite dish off kilter and the screen went to static. There was a chorus of groans and one girl shed actual tears.
As a 12 year old, I was certain that I would be doomed to be a social outcast thanks to this enormous faux pas, but somehow I muddled through.
Always an avid reader, my favorite author in 1987 was Stephen King. The scanned photo above can't be enlarged, but I would bet dollars to donuts that the paperback on my nightstand was one of his books. I distinctly remember buying Misery in hardcover that year.
This was also back in the day when MTV played actual music videos, so I'm 100% certain that this was my favorite music video that year:
That was my walk down memory lane. See that? Flashbacks CAN be fun.
What were you doing back then?