Man I know exactly how you feel.....just like I did nov 2020 , for a long 4yrs . I understand we don't have the same vision for our nation , but ..... I do hope you enjoy the ride !
Thanks for taking me back. I remember also slow dancing to “come sail away by Styx” there was always that awkward moment when the song transitioned from love ballad(slow dancing) to an anthemic rocker and you didn’t know how to participate with your dance partner anymore . I think I remember the girls backing off and the guys throwing fists into the air and jumping around a lot.
None of that mattered because soon The Clash changed everything with “Rock the Casbah” and “Should I stay or should I go.”
Soon dancing evolved or devolved into slam dancing and we’d just jump around bouncing of each other and the walls; pure chaos. We loved it!
Glad I was there for it.
Whatever gyrations I was doing, I was voted “best dancer” in our 30 kid class at St. Patrick’s.
This was supposed to be Washington DC 2025 set in my middle school in 1981 or 2. I think I missed the mark and didn’t make that obvious. Being cryptic has always been a problem of mine. Oh well!
Man , I always thought food fights were dumb as f**k 🤷♂️
They are. There’s a big one happening in DC right now.
Man I know exactly how you feel.....just like I did nov 2020 , for a long 4yrs . I understand we don't have the same vision for our nation , but ..... I do hope you enjoy the ride !
Wow, great writing and full of sad nostalgia for my days in elementary school
Thanks for taking me back. I remember also slow dancing to “come sail away by Styx” there was always that awkward moment when the song transitioned from love ballad(slow dancing) to an anthemic rocker and you didn’t know how to participate with your dance partner anymore . I think I remember the girls backing off and the guys throwing fists into the air and jumping around a lot.
None of that mattered because soon The Clash changed everything with “Rock the Casbah” and “Should I stay or should I go.”
Soon dancing evolved or devolved into slam dancing and we’d just jump around bouncing of each other and the walls; pure chaos. We loved it!
Glad I was there for it.
Whatever gyrations I was doing, I was voted “best dancer” in our 30 kid class at St. Patrick’s.
It was a good time to be 13.
Jeez. Painful.
Finishing School 101.
This was supposed to be Washington DC 2025 set in my middle school in 1981 or 2. I think I missed the mark and didn’t make that obvious. Being cryptic has always been a problem of mine. Oh well!
To no one's surprise, my high school experience was not like your high school experience.
Wasn't really my experience either. That was supposed to be Washington DC 2025 set in my middle school. Didn't work, but...