A Confession...
Aug. 15th, 2006 10:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gnomi...in which I admit my love for 80s pop music.
Last night, I was finishing reading the newest Entertainment Weekly, and I discovered that in the music section they had a small bit on the reissue of the Rick Springfield album (now CD) "Working Class Dog." That reminded me that I hadn't listened to the Rick Springfield CDs I have in my cube. So now I'm sitting here, chair-dancing to occasionally-pure-cheese-but-still-enjoyable Rick Springfield songs I remember fondly from my teenage years.
Listening to Rick Springfield always reminds me of my friend Anna, with whom I was very close all through high school but of whom I've since lost track, and makes me wonder what she's up to. Anna and I were kind of destined to meet and be friends, I've always felt. When my parents brought me to her house that first fall we knew each other (for her 15th birthday party, maybe?), since they'd never met her mother, they decided to come in and say hello. About 10 minutes into their conversation, it was discovered that my dad had dated Anna's mom when they were both in college. Small world, indeed.
So now I'm sitting here in my cube, hoping the cube-neighbors will be understanding if they catch me mid-chair-boogie. 'Cause I can't sit completely still while listening to this stuff.
Last night, I was finishing reading the newest Entertainment Weekly, and I discovered that in the music section they had a small bit on the reissue of the Rick Springfield album (now CD) "Working Class Dog." That reminded me that I hadn't listened to the Rick Springfield CDs I have in my cube. So now I'm sitting here, chair-dancing to occasionally-pure-cheese-but-still-enjoyable Rick Springfield songs I remember fondly from my teenage years.
Listening to Rick Springfield always reminds me of my friend Anna, with whom I was very close all through high school but of whom I've since lost track, and makes me wonder what she's up to. Anna and I were kind of destined to meet and be friends, I've always felt. When my parents brought me to her house that first fall we knew each other (for her 15th birthday party, maybe?), since they'd never met her mother, they decided to come in and say hello. About 10 minutes into their conversation, it was discovered that my dad had dated Anna's mom when they were both in college. Small world, indeed.
So now I'm sitting here in my cube, hoping the cube-neighbors will be understanding if they catch me mid-chair-boogie. 'Cause I can't sit completely still while listening to this stuff.
