O is for oogly. Like gag me with a spoon, we’re having a flashback to the 80s.  It’s tease the hair a mile high and peg our jeans. Don’t forget the multiple layers of different colored socks and the different layers of shirts that we wore with the big costume jewelry necklaces or that we were trying to look like Madonna in our short skirts and our layered tanks.

How about we get out the old VHS tapes and watch Valley Girl  with Nick Cage where it all started like totally tubular dude, or let’s hope when we turn sixteen we get a car for our birthday instead of our parents forgetting our birthday like poor Sam had to deal with in Sixteen Candles. Let’s just hope none of our younger brothers pay a dollar to see a pair of underwear and pray it’s not yours.

Maybe we will end up in Saturday detention and break all the rules and join the club, The Breakfast Club but make sure your essay is done.  Maybe as you are at the summer club Patrick Swayze will come up to you and ask you to go Dirty Dancing with him and tell others not to put Baby in the corner or maybe as you wander the hall Keanu Reeves will come up to you and ask you to go on an Excellent Adventure with him and Bill or is he Bill and Alex Winter is Ted? I get confused.

 

We all hope we’re all like a virgin being touched for the very first time and lying on the boat in Venice with the lion roaming around the town like Madonna portrayed or maybe we are like Weird Al Yanovich and we are Like a Surgeon. Of course we could relax and don’t do it as Frankie Goes to Hollywood suggests.     

                                                                

We can all be working class dogs and dreaming of Jesse’s girl or we could be the eye of the tiger and the thrill of the fight will be upon us as we run up the steps in Philadelphia and practice our boxing skills. Of course we could head to Africa and see the rains or let’s get physical and let our body talk.