Every Saturday morning my husband Vince cranked up the radio and yelled with genuine delight to his four sleeping children, “It’s a totally 80s weekend!” And they, one by obedient one, stumbled out of the messy bedrooms as Wham! Bon Jovi or Tears for Fears blasted through the house.
One day, in an effort to buy a little more weekend shuteye, our oldest son Charlie took his father aside and said patiently, “Dad, every weekend is a totally 80s weekend if you find the right radio station.”
For Vince and I, though, 80s music scored the decade that changed our lives. We graduated high school and college, married and had our first two children during that time. Of course we’re fond of the music through which we traced all of that.
This past weekend we enjoyed a totally 80s weekend with a group of Marquette University friends who share our affection for the decade that brought us torn sweatshirts, Miami Vice and Ferris Bueller.
We spent a little time reminiscing around the campfire, and we made some new memories as well.
But that’s the beauty of a totally 80s weekend; the music is, like, totally relevant 30 years later.
Celebrate good times, come on!