When we had a nostalgia show back in my high schools days, we dressed up as flapper girls with cloche hats and lots of shimmy fringe.
After all, the 1920s had happened a looooong time ago, like three decades, so those outfits looked really, really different from our 1950s saddle oxfords and gazillion starched petticoats.
So why did I feel shock when I got a press release from J.W. Mitchell High School drama classes announcing a nostalgia show about the 1980s, The Awesome 80s Prom?
Hold on, hold on here. Weren't the 1980s just a few weeks ago? And isn't everything today pretty close to what it was in the 1980s?
Apparently not. The tickets are $7, but "anyone dressed in 1980s style clothing" gets a $2 discount.
"What, pray tell, is 1980s clothing?" I wondered out loud to my 21st-century colleagues. I can't remember anything from the 1980s being too much different from what I wear right now. In fact, I think I have some clothes from the 1980s hanging in my closet and tucked neatly into my chest of drawers. And I think I still wear them.
Okay, I finally gave away my six pairs of stirrup pants a couple of years ago. And I destroyed my last pair of jelly shoes before that when I wore them to apply fertilizer to my lawn. I still have paint-splattered pants, but the paint is inadvertent from when I refurbished my lanai chairs.
But I treasure my leg warmers (hey, my legs get cold when it drops below 65 degrees), ankle socks, preppy jackets, and royal blue Chuck Taylors and will probably wear them until they fall apart.
I'm still crazy for polka dots and neon colors, and I adamantly refuse to give up my Scrunchies or headbands. Who knows — they may make a comeback some day.
And, unfortunately, it appears I have sort of "grown into" all those oversized shirts, so they fit as snug as anything on a Target rack today, a genuine budgetary blessing.
On the other hand, I have ditched all my Green Bay Packers-style shoulder pads (reluctantly; I thought they made my waist look smaller), my huge, clanky jewelry (but only because of shoulder problems, not because I don't love it) and my blue eyeliner (mainly because it makes my eyes water).
Even so, I think I could find plenty of 1980s stuff to wear and enough to loan out if I go to The Awesome 80s Prom. Doors open for the shows at 7 p.m. Nov. 12, 13 and 14 at the school cafeteria, 2323 Little Road, New Port Richey. The audience interactive show starts at 7:30 p.m. Tickets are at the door.
And speaking of nostalgia: Stage West Community Playhouse has come up with a clever idea for its 2010-11 season.
Because it's the theater group's 30th anniversary, the Stage West board asked members to vote for their favorite shows over the past 30 years, and, except for one show, that's going to be the season, said Cheryl Roberts, publicist.
The Main Stage is planning three musicals — Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, Man of La Mancha and Funny Girl — plus the drama One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and the comedy classic, Arsenic and Old Lace.
The Forum will bring back Ray Cooney's wild comedy-farce, Move Over Mrs. Markham, and Neil Simon's Lost in Yonkers. The season's new offering is the thriller Being of Sound Mind (Forum patrons love those thrillers, as do I).
Production dates, directors, audition times and ticket prices will be announced soon.
On an altogether different note: I have to snicker (cynically) when members of Congress object to importing prescription drugs from Canada because, they say, they don't want their constituents taking drugs that come from or through a country other than the U.S.
"It's a safety thing," they piously insist (as they count the "campaign contributions" or "honorariums" they have gotten from the drug industry).
At present, I take three prescription drugs. One is manufactured in Sweden, one in Israel, and one in France.
If any of those foreign drugs gives me a headache or upset tummy, I can take an Alka Seltzer — manufactured in Mexico.
Did someone say "hypocrite"?