80's dance party, done. successfully teased my hair to ridiculous heights, felt comfortable wearing a mini-skirt with hi-top sneakers (even into a few stores, too), watched the thriller movie, and danced to "video killed the radio star" among many other favorites, while eating pop-rocks and a care bear cake. it was tubular.
i guess all i need to do now is go to the bahamas. good night!

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