A while ago, I posted about my friend who mysteriously got engaged. Well, during my hiatus, she got married, and I was there for her bachelorette party the night before. Now, for those of you who are under thirty, you probably have quite a different picture in your heads when I say “bachelorette party”. What actually happened was that we rented a hotel room and some eighties movies, drank beer, and gossiped while watching Dirty Dancing. We’re wild women and cannot be tamed.
At the time, I had been on a Richard Marx kick for about a week. I don’t remember what started it, but I was seriously rediscovering his work leading up to the party. This isn’t a tangent, and here’s why:
Little Blind Girl: (squints at screen) I haven’t seen this movie in forever. Come to think of it, I think the last time I watched it, I could actually see the screen.
Mysteriously Engaged Friend: D*mn, I didn’t realize this movie was that old!
LBG: (hits Mysteriously Engaged Friend with pillow)
Non-engaged Friend 1: Poor Patrick Swayze. He looks so young.
Non-engaged Friend 2: Dude could really dance. Look at him! And the hot blonde chick who plays the dance instructor, too. Say what you want, the people in this movie had serious skills.
LBG: If you say anything along the lines of “Not like in the dance movies the kids watch these days”, the next pillow is coming at you.
MEF: You know, I think the blonde chick got married to Richard Marx.
LBG: Seriously? I’ve been listening to his music for, like, a week solid. That’s so weird!
NEF 1: That you’ve been listening to Richard Marx? Yeah, that is weird!
LBG: (hits NEF 1 with pillow)
NEF 2: I wonder if they’re still married.
NEF 1: Does anyone have internet access? We could look it up online.
MEF: (guiltily) I’m already online.
LBG: Really? Now? What site are you on?
MEF: Second Life.
NEF 2: You’re playing a character in a fictional online world during your bachelorette party the night before you get married?
NEF 1: LBG, you’re officially off the hook as lamest person here.
LBG: I knew we should have gone with strippers.
And that’s how the eighties kids roll. FYI, we did look up the hot blonde chick who played the dance instructor, and she is still married to Richard Marx and they’ve stayed together for approximately ever, which I think was a good omen right before a wedding. Ever since then, I’ve had a soft spot in my heart for Richard Marx, and I’m going to see him in concert in December with Non-engaged Friend 1. I’m pretty sure this is going to destroy any street cred I’ve gathered with my professed love for Nirvana and John Lennon, but I don’t care. His music makes me smile. Plus, I had my first slow dance to one of his songs. When it was first released. I played it over and over until the cassette tape broke. The first reader who makes a snarky comment about any of this gets an online pillow attack!