Girls STILL Just Wanna Have Fun!

Get a gang of girls together and you can expect wild parties, uncensored mischief, and loads of fun. Girls know how to have fun with their "buddies." Boys may go watch a football match or drool over a swanky new car, but girls have a rocking time just chatting. My step daughter has recently been hanging around our house on Thursday and Friday nights to go partying. She lives in the country, and we live handy to the hottest club in town. Over the last couple of week ends, she brings along a friend or two (or three or four) and they spend hours preparing for the night...sipping on their fruity drinks...asking my opinion on what to wear, hair styles (up or down, bangs or not),jewelry... boy strategy...you name it. I love it! I would KILL to go out with them...but not as a 41 year old...I want to go out as that wild and crazy 20 year old again.

I have been reflecting on my clubbing days in the 1980's and I discovered I am a wild and crazy 20-year-old '80's' girl...trapped in 41 year old body! Oh how I wish I could go back one day to spend hours teasing my hair to reach death defying heights, spraying on a healthy coat of 'ice mist' to ensure a hurricane couldn't move a single strand of hair, painting the face in bright technicolor neon purples, donning funky too-tight 80's garb...and belting out 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' while we sucked back as much liquor as possible and laughed our guts out along the way. Dressed to the nines and drunk as hell, we would make our way to 'The Lighthouse' and then always end up at the '1880's' club. One of my favorite nights was ladies night...75 cents a drink...no men allowed upstairs until we were all hammered enough to find them attractive (just joking).

You cannot deny that 80's fashion was by far the funnest and coolest in it's day. One of my favorite outfits involved skin tight purple jeans that were 3 sizes too small...with my open shouldered hot pink sweatshirt (Flashdance style)and double round the hips pink belt. One night, the zipper finally got fed up with me and gave way. This was NOT going to spoil my night....I managed to safety pin the zipper back in...and looked fabulous...despite an overflowing bladder and some very painful jabs and stabs from rogue safety pins throughout the night in my 'hoo hoo'! Another night, I was wearing my smokin' hot red dress with a big ass wide black belt and super high black heels. I was approached by some dude who said 'my brother and I have been watching you all night'. I was not surprised...I was one HOT chick...then he ruined it by saying ' He thinks that you're chunky...but I'd do you anyway'. This ignoramus didn't phase me at all...I just threw my 75 cent drink in his face...and continued on my extremely confident prowl...best 75 cents I ever wasted! I was 100 pounds lighter and I looked and felt amazing. Drunk or not, I walked around that club like I owned it. I always felt like a million bucks!

The sisterhood of the traveling pants is actually based on the true phenomenon of girls recycling outfits (my theory). My step daughter carefully selects outfits that she does not want anyone else to look good in...and hides them in my room. Then,when the posse of girls arrive...chaos ensues! Just before going out there is a humongous pile of clothes on the floor and each girl has tried on no less than a dozen different outfits! Back in our day...we had a sassy black dress with deep cleavage and rouging all up the center of the dress that clung to each of our curves 'just right'. I still have no idea how we all managed to squeeze into this magical dress...all shapes and sizes of us...big and small. I still believe it had magical qualities. Girls with no boobs had kick ass cleavage....girls with booty had perky booty... anyone in that dress was the SEX BOMB!WHO HAS THIS DRESS? I want it back! On my 19th birthday, I slid down the banister of the infamous stairway of the 1880's in this traveling dress....not too lady like as the dress rode up and above my hips on the way down...but it got a good laugh of hysteria from my crew...just before I got booted out...again! Every week, the bouncer would say 'Lynn you'd better behave yourself!'. I would swear to a well behaved night...well...you know the rest.

Back in the day, everyone got ready at my house. Every week end I am reminded of what my parents had to go through with us gals. But, I don't mind it at all. I feel young again...and I smile inside recalling all the fun times I had with my crew. My step daughter and her friends love to hear my stories...or at least they are polite enough to sit through them!! My mother would pour our drinks for us...2 fingers high...vertical, not horizontal! For those of you with no connection to girls of clubbing age...they are still wearing painful high heels and too-tight clothes for the sake of fashion...big hair and psychotically HUGE earrings (which I would have KILLED for in the 80's), no coats in freezing cold weather (many nights we stumbled hammered through blizzards with no coats and high heels)....and they still giggle and squeal (and stumble and fall)like fools on their way to the cab. Way too early the next morning, Mom and Dad would blare country music throughout the house,and wake us up...and offer my girlfriend (the PUKER of the group) some nice fresh runny eggs....you know the next part. Despite knowing what we were in for...or better yet...knowing what we were in for...we would wake up severely hung over...and do it all over again! I am itching for another crazy night with my gal pals...of course our hair will be flatter...and shorter...outfits a little more sociably acceptable (probably still tighter than I would like)...but there is still PLENTY left in me...to chat and giggle like a fool. Oh the good ole days...Girls STILL Just Wanna Have Fun!!! Maybe we could have an 80's theme party!!!

"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass."
Maya Angelou

Lynn
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