Every frat on every college campus in the Fall/Winter of 89/90 played the crap out of DJ Rob Base. It brings up memories of kegs, boys and dancing with my hall-mates (yes, I said dancing) and lots and lots of fraternity formals.
Here's one formal pic. One of the 4 is now famous and (hint) it's not me!:
Look at this gem I just found online about Rob Base: I'm astounded that almost a quarter of a century has passed since the release of Rob Base and D.J. E-Z Rock's "It Takes Two".
(OMG. 25 years??! NONE of the guys on the basketball team (my day job) were even BORN then. To them, this song is an oldie. of they even know it at all. Holy shit. Botox, anyone???)
Here's a link to the song if you're younger then my guys on the bb team!! :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IBRbzf3Fws&noredirect=1
I got side-tracked.
This weekend was the Homecoming weekend in Evanston for the classes ending in 7 and 2. While I am a 3 (you make a joke, I crack your knees), I knew that a lot of people I knew would be there, so, with the help of Lime Credo lead singer Geoff Melkonian (my best friend), I crashed that mf. LOL!.
I jokingly tweeted earlier in the week about the former boyfriends that I would come across over the weekend. Although, in retrospect, during my freshman year, aside from a one-month deal with a hottie from Cali that I met the second day of school (see below - I KNOW, I can't believe he liked me wearing that shirt either!), until I met my first ex, I was more about asserting my right to have fun.
Anddddd, I was reminded of that on Saturday night.
It seems I had a lot of fun.
No. That sounds like I don't remember it. I do, aside from the normal 22 year memory loss.
One guy I knew to expect. He was a keeper that I didn't keep. There was the washer incident and then the alphabet one. The volleyball game and....Oh Lord. We were quiet friends because there was a fraternity 'rule' about seeing more than 3 guys in on house during a given period. Or something.
The other one, not that I had forgotten about him, wasn't on my radar to be there. When he appeared in front of I almost lost my Mom Card. Visions of a bottle of Captain's, 2 Liter of Dr. Pepper and a closet arose. AND a really awkward fraternity formal picture...which I can't find. But, he also remembered that my dress that night was green. (the green and black dresses made the rounds of the formals that year - they were my senior year in high school Christmas Dance and Prom dresses. I evolved from that)
So aside from what could have been some awkward moments, in the middle of conversation I realized that then, all 18 years of me, was confident enough to SEEK out fun. To play volleyball. To talk to new people. To take every moment. That with these two guys, for example, I created moments that I can look upon fondly, with a little cringe.
It's absurd to say that at 41 with three boys, living alone, that I can create the same KIND of opportunities. But the fact is that I have to CREATE a new kind. I spoke with a newly single mom who was so unused to free time. She's taking up tennis. There are so many ways to just let go!
So I beg of you. If you know me (well, duh, you're reading this, right??) DON'T let me cop out using the lame old excuse of being tired, or busy, or needing to clean, or blah blah blah. Call me out. Make me feel wrong for begging out.
Imagine, this all came from crashing a party of 'old people!'
And because I love the fact that you take a moment of your day to read this, I leave you with a gift. One of my MOST awkward pictures ever. Christmas Dance, 1985. Freshman year.
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