The grand finale to our mysterious conference in Miami was an 80s-themed Ring-in-the-New Year party. We had been warned of this earlier, but since we packed in a pre-snowstorm panic (and since I didn’t think that anyone would actually come prepared for said party) I neglected to include anything that might be considered 80s Fab. So at the last minute (as is my wont) I threw together an ensemble that included my pajama top over my long sleeve tee (as my Jane Fonda-inspired fitness gear), the belt of my bikini suit (as my headband, buckle hidden below mop of hair), and my regular old jeans (pegged high on the calf, just in case no one noticed). I borrowed a stack of jelly bracelets and some blue eyeshadow and hair product to polish my look. I could have used some serious Aqua Net, but couldn’t find any this side of 1993.
Matthew’s costume was less-than-inspired (some pink stripes were in his shirt, and he tried very hard to keep the collar popped) but my new best friend Rachel (sorry Stella. Sorry Marigold. She was there for me when the photo booth was free…) totally stole the show with her Gozer the Gozerian glam (the link is awesome, with fanboy Kingpin’s play-by-play of meeting the actress who played Gozer). She was wearing a sparkly one-shouldered mini that was rad to the max, especially since she was frontman for the somewhat impromptu band. There’s something about the 80s that keeps you from taking yourself too seriously. Or that might be just me: it was definitely the decade that I was most mock-worthy (elementary-early high school).
Also: Matthew wants me to note that Rachel’s head isn’t actually that much bigger than mine. It was a perspective thing.
When I was reading the first paragraph, I thought it was Matthew telling the story. I was obviously confused when I got to the part about the “belt of my bikini suit” but didn’t totally dismiss it as fantasy (sorry Matthew-somehow, this is something that I thought you might own)until I read Matthew’s name at the start of the next paragraph.I would like to see a picture (drawn or otherwise) of Matthew’s bikini suit. Would I have to pay for that?
sob
*sniff*
sob
I am very happy for you both.
*sniff*
If we do “have to pay’ to see Matthew in his bikini suit, it might be worth it. Surely anyone who eats his oatmeal plain (blech!) reaps the rewards of a physique worth showing off?
What makes you people think I’d demand payment to appear in my bikini suit?
A fella does certain things just for the sake of style.
Gozer the Gozerian! of course…
Bikini’s aside I will assume that Matthew is the Keymaster and Robbi is the Gatekeeper (unless I am told otherwise)
Aaron – if you are suggesting that Matthew is much like Rick Moranis and I am much like Sigourney Weaver, then yes, you have it right.