Tuesday, September 2


I caught Flashdance on TV last night. I hadn't seen it in years, despite being up there with Footloose and Fame on my all-time favorite bad-dance-movies of the '80s. What was strange was I didn't remember that much of the movie (although who could forget either the classic "oh, just let me take my bra off before we eat dinner" scene or the "watch me eat lobster like it's sexy but really it's gross and you're staring at my chest" restaurant scene?). What I remembered most was the soundtrack. It was the first tape I ever owned and I used to listen to it over and over again on my red Walkman.

Maybe it's because last night felt like the night before school starts again (even though I've been working all summer), but hearing that music made me sad. I remember listening to those songs when I was, what? 11? 12? and thinking of what my life would be like when I was in my 20s and working as a welder like Jennifer Beals. My life is nothing like I thought it would be, nothing like I wanted it to be. Maybe that's okay. Or maybe that means I need to get started on those welding classes.

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