I Don't Know I Just Work Here

Are you tired of quarantine? Me too, and I have the benefit of my own living space and (just about) all the entertainment that money can buy. Youtube served me this, because at this point Google probably knows me better than I do myself.

In times like these it's good(?) to turn to the classics, and this song takes me places. Several years ago my friend got married and had an 80s cover band for the music. They had party favor packages with neon wristbands, headbands, neon wayfarer-style sunglasses, neon necklaces, and stickers and flare. The band brought the HEAT. I drank too much the correct amount, wore out the dance floor, had PDA with the hot Swedish cousin (a former Guess girl, allegedly), and made those sunglasses look like it was hot in 1988. Dear Reader, I am here to tell you that it fucking ruled.

In summary: I need to get out of the house. Until then, let's kick out some jams.