80s party grand champion of the world! Oh yeah.

This weekend, I went to a 70s-80s party with a group of friends. You know, the best (or if you're from Utah, the "funnest") part of those kinds of parties is the getting ready part. My friends and I went to various stores and picked up some treasures from the 80s. Then I went home and put on some 80s movies while I made my lace and mesh tutu skirt and my roommate's skinny tie. Ah, they don't make movies like "Weekend at Bernies" or "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" anymore.

Well, we went to the party where there were various levels of dressing up, there were some impressive hairdos and pegged pants. I even saw a Cosby sweater. the sad part of the party was the realization that many people were wearing the same hairdo that they wear all the time, and their own clothes in their closets. . . They haven't changed since the 80s. Sad for them. Oh well.
My friends came as Madonna and Robert Smith. I came as a marriage of Madonna and Cyndi Lauper with a dash of Tiffany and a little Pretty in Pink thrown in. I just wore what made me happy and at the moment, a Debbie Harry T-shirt and pink hair made me very happy. I even bought Primo, the perfume I wore in 7th grade to the dance. (A little side note on Primo; at first it's fun because you're all waxing nostalgic but then the fumes give you a massive headache).

Although we had fun dancing to cheesy music, I was pretty upset that they didn't play any Depeche Mode, Erasure, the Cure, Smiths. . . Or any of the other tunes I actually listened to back then. All in all, it was successful. We had fun, and I won a lava lamp for the best costume there. Funny thing is, I'll be wearing 95% of the stuff I wore then in my regular day to day ensembles. I don't know if that's funny or sad that I've now lived through a style cycle and what I wore in 7th grade is now hip again.

I just said "hip".