Recently, a good friend of ours, I'll call him
Pat (because that's his name
*rimshot*), turned forty. The big four-oh. His wife, we'll call her Arion-May, decided to celebrate
1980's style. Her reasoning: "It was the highlight of Pat's life -- the 1980's were very good to Pat."
Indeed.
However, the
1980's were awfully good to another person present -- my pretty wife! Check the picture for all the evidence that you need: she bagged the award for
The Biggest Hair, and she's a natural in the tacky white
'shoulder' jacket! (Click to enlarge.)
I went to the party wearing something that I never wore in the actual Eighties: a
muscle shirt and a
rising sun headband. Fun had by all, especially Tim, who showed an uncanny resemblance to
Mike Score of the 1980's phenomenon,
Flock of Seagulls.