Ahhhh…the good ol’ days

I got to thinking tonight, after visiting a Facebook page dedicated to the small town I grew up in, about how much fun it was to grow up in the 80s as a teenager.

Yeah, we didn’t have the Internet (eeeee gawds!).

We didn’t have cell phones.

I had to get my lazy ass off the dent in the sofa to change the channel. My tolerance for mis-aligned rabbit ears was quite high. I could watch a show even though its horizontal tuning made the picture flip up every 10 seconds.

I didn’t even have caller ID until I was 22.

My 1973 Buick LeSabre (the boat) had an AM radio that would change stations if I took a sharp turn (doing 85mph!).

That same “boat” saw tons o’ย backseat action from my friends (and occasionally me) at parties at the Peach Orchard or on someone’s farm or backyard.

Good music. Great friends. Lots of beer!

Good music. Great friends. Lots of beer!

I hid my smokes and my birth control pills under the seat in my car and blamed them on my friends when my mom found them.

We had tons of parties most weekends since my mom was newly married to my ex-step-father and they’d go out and come home very late with leaves in their hair.

At those parties, everyone would throw their beer cans into the snow in the backyard, only to be discovered by my mom when the snow melted. I lied on the spot SOOOO well about where the beer cans originated that I somehow managed to not only NOT get in trouble, but garner sympathy from her.

At those same parties, we once had someone take the bananas in the fruit basket and half eat them, then stick their gooey remains all over the house to be found by my mom upon coming home. That was harder to explain than the beer cans, but I managed.

The banana sticker collection from all those dang bananas!

The banana sticker collection from all those dang bananas!

After those awesome parties, boys would tossย rocks at my sister’s and my bedroom windows to get us to sneak out–we typically did! We just had to wait for either the AC or the heat to kick on as it was so loud you couldn’t hear the suction noise the front door made when it closed.

That's the rock-collecting window, me for prom and my little sis that would warn us when the parents were coming home so we could kick everyone out the back door before they pulled into the driveway. :)

That’s the rock-collecting window, me for prom and my little sis that would warn us when the parents were coming home so we could kick everyone at the party out the back door before the ‘rents pulled into the driveway. ๐Ÿ™‚

At one of those sneak outs, I had I guy tell me we could use his dad’s hot tub. When we got to his dad’s apartment he filled the bath tub with hot water and said, “Voila! A hot tub.” No, he got no ass that night. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I remember having a teacher at one of my high schools andย the sluttier my friends and I would dress, the more he’d let us skip class and hang out in his office drinking his liquor and smoking stogies.

I remember another teacher who was a total perv, and I had him for 2 classes, so I skipped both of them for an entire year and right before summer break my vice principal called me into his office and asked where I’d gone for those 2 classes all year long. My response was, “Away from that pervert….” Yeah, I didn’t get in a bit of trouble. All was forgiven.

I fondly recall driving by hot guys’ houses and writing in chalk on the road in front of their houses things like “You’re hot.” God, what a doofus.

Once, I went to the Rock-n-Roll Revival (an awesome music show my HS put on) and doodled my love for a certain guy all over the show’s program while leaving comments (most of them flattering) next to all of the cast members’ names, then stupidly dropping it in the floor instead of the trash can so that EVERYFUCKINGONE could read it. I still feel bad about doodling that one girl had duck feet. She was so nice and I didn’t expect for anyone else to lay eyes on it.

That's my smokin' hot sister on the left in the Rock-n-Roll Revival.

That’s my smokin’ hot sister on the left in the Rock-n-Roll Revival.

I loved making mix tapes for boyfriends and misery tapes after the breakup. Kids nowadays have no idea how hard it is to skip through every radio station looking for THE song so you could get it on tape, just to miss the first 5 seconds. That wonderful stress of NEEDING that song but knowing the challenge you faced actually finding it for your tape.

I remember putting bologna slices all over a dickbag’s car because, well, he was a dickbag. Boy was he pissed (that was as bitchy as I ever got, and I know it wasn’t really nice). But seriously, he was such a dick, he had it comin’.

I recall when one of my best friends kicked the glass panel in the exit door by the Ertzman Theater and put her foot through it. Yep, their was blood.

I used to get such a thrill out of running away from Jack the Hall Monitor at my first high schoolย and buying Ruby the Hall Monitor at my second HSย some McDonalds so that she’d let me skip and not bust me.

I thoroughly enjoyed wearing bra tops and miniskirts with 4-inch heels to school ’cause, yeah, that’s appropriate.

I was terrified when a different vice principal at my secondย HS came and dragged me out of my 12th grade English class to “explain” the state of my locker to him. It was OUR locker, not my locker. But luckily for my locker-mates, they all just happened to not be in school that day, so I had to scrub the fucking thing clean with Ajax while wearing those 4-inch heels. Oh, and yes, I was MORTIFIED by the nasty shit written in that locker when the VP was standing next to me. We had drawn perversion all over it. It was awesome!

Try and read all that naughty stuff! Good grief!

Try and read all that naughty stuff! Good grief!

I longingly remember making out with sexy boys and not letting them get to 2nd base because I liked being a good girl (sometimes, not ALL the time!).

Faces have been blurred to protect the innocent! ๐Ÿ˜‰

I loved going to OC (the beach at Ocean City) and not going to sleep until the sun came up and praying no one would smell the pot under the door of the hotel. I never had a desire to go to jail.

Yeah, that smoke is not from cigs. ;)

Yeah, that smoke is not from cigs. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Walking a mile in deep snow to get to the High’s for anย ice cream cone was awesome and well worth it.

The High's was on the right, just as you entered the shopping center. It was awesome.

The High’s was on the right, just as you entered the shopping center. It was amazing.

I’d make visits to the Sandy Spring Bank, all dolled up and smelling pretty, to go flirt with an old flame.

Sandy Spring Bank

And I’d eat at “The Deli” with my mom all the time. They had the best grilled provolone on Rye with tomato sandwiches and veggie soup I’ve ever had!

My mommy in front of The Deli. Yum!

My mommy in front of The Deli. Yum!

All of these things I loved so very much and I miss my hometown all the time.

To all of you who grew up around the same era as me, I hope you had as much fun as I did.

And much love to all of the wicked, naughty friends I had that contributed to my debauchery! I know I corrupted a few of you back, and damn was it fun! XOXOXOXO

18 comments on “Ahhhh…the good ol’ days

  1. Just a small town girl
    Livin’ in a lonely world
    You took the midnigh train
    Goin’ anywhere
    Just a city boy
    Born and raised in South Detroit
    He took the midnight train
    Goin’ anywhere

    A singer in a smokey room
    The smell of wine and cheap perfume
    For a smile they can share the night
    It goes on and on and on and on

    Strangers waiting
    Up and down the boulevard
    Their shadows searching
    In the night
    Streetlight people
    Livin’ just to find emotion
    Hidin’ somewhere in the night

    Workin’ hard to get my fill
    Everybody wants a thrill
    Payin’ anything to roll the dice
    Just one more time
    Some will win
    Some will lose
    Some were born to sing the blues
    Oh, the movie never ends
    It goes on and on and on and on

    Strangers waiting
    Up and down the boulevard
    Their shadows searching
    In the night
    Streetlight people
    Livin’ just to find emotion
    Hidin’ somewhere in the night

    Don’t stop believin’
    Hold on to that feelin’
    Streetlight people
    Don’t stop believin’
    Hold on
    Streetlight people
    Don’t stop believin’
    Hold on to that feelin’
    Streetlight people

    YUP… being an asshole. LOVE YOU!!! XOXOXO

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  2. First things first – is your hot sister single? LOL Just kidding.

    I was an 80’s teenager and I know exactly what you mean about no mobile phones. We had three TV channels over here and you had to get up to change them. TO be able to play music on the Walkman, we had to play it from record (vinyl for those who have no clue what that is) with books and boxes around so no outside noise got in.

    I remember the 33rpm albums all had thing in the corner that said “Home taping is killing music”. There was one album by a group called venom, in the corner it said “Home taping is killing music. So is Venom”

    I was a good boy in my teens though. I was very shy and never went out, except when I was forced to by my parents and they made me tag along with their other son.

    I remember on some of them days, running down the side of a hill at full tilt. Now when I look at that hill, it’s a wonder we didn’t break our necks as it was over 45ยฐ.

    The joys of teens,


    • I loved record players!! I told the hubby I might buy us one next year and get some old Pink Floyd albums to listen to. Heaven!

      You were a good boy in your teens?? Are you pulling my leg?? ๐Ÿ˜‰ Kidding. I bet you were a total sweetheart. Still are.

      I love the pic of that hill! I can totally picture a teenage you flying down it. Thank God you survived. I too look back on things I did back then and wonder how in the fuck I survived. I mean, seriously, I should be dead like 10 times over! ๐Ÿ˜‰



  3. I probably would have been the one labeled “goody-two-shoes” on the other hand I was no tattle-tale or snitch. Just never got in to the party scene (nor invited) – A bit of an outsider, I guess. While my exact memory as a teen in mid to late 80’s ( I graduated in 89) has diminished, I look back at that time compared to the upbringing of kids today and reminice (sorry, I can’t spell the damn word).


    • Like you, I’m so thankful I grew up back then! I can’t imagine being a teenager now. How do they get away with doing anything naughty? Everything is caught on film and posted to the Internet. That would suck!

      Nothing wrong with a goodie-two-shoes! I loved the good girls. Being sweet and lovely and not being a crazed drunk is a great balance for us who were bonkers! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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    • That’s a great memory! We had a black and white TV too. Mom kept it in the kitchen. We finally got a VCR when I was about 16. I thought it was the best invention since air conditioning! Those days were so simple and lovely. ๐Ÿ™‚


  4. You had a LOT more fun than I seem to remember. I went into the 80s a 17 year old with some ideas for songs etc. Soon there was a band, a following, a girl who initially fancied the drummer but he didn’t get the message and I asked her out… then college, my girlfriends brother just suddenly dying, work, Dad dying, Live Aid, marriage, working in London, … oh yes and drink, drink, drink. As I left the 80s I was drinking way way too much, had a house and a wife who was pregnant and a son about to appear. It all went too quickly.


    • Whew! You were a grownup before you had time to grow up. Sounds like you had some fun though. You know us girls do fancy the boys in the band. It’s like bees to honey. ๐Ÿ˜‰

      It certainly seems like you have your head on straight now–and a great kid too if I remember correctly something from another comment you left. Trust me though, life as a teenage girl wasn’t always easy. There was PLENTY of shit too…but I was in a nostalgic mood for all the good stuff when I wrote that post. I try not to let the bad cloud the good because overall it was lovely. ๐Ÿ™‚ HUGS!


  5. You wuz on hot momma girlfriend! What great memories! It is good you can look back with no regrets. ๐Ÿ˜€
    I look back at some of the things I did in high school and college and it is a wonder I am still alive also! Gawd my stupidity ranks in the high numbers! I DO have regrets…many, many, many *sigh* but what I went through has made me who I am today so there’s that. ๐Ÿ™‚
    I was barely a teenager in the 80s. I graduated from high school in ’81 and went away to school that fall. Not far away, just an hour. I only had one boyfriend at a time, but I had several until my junior year of HS, then I was with the same guy until I went to college. We broke up at Christmas break because he was still back home and very jealous. I would like to say I didn’t give him ANY reason to be, but I can’t. I had new found freedom and I was taking every advantage I could (one of my regrets). Unfortunately, I wasn’t really accountable to anyone but myself and “self” didn’t want to go to class. I totally blew off college and THAT my dear has come back to bite me squarely in the ass as an adult :-/
    I could reminisce all day but that would totally take over your post and I won’t be doing that! My comment is already too long! LOL! Thanks for sharing dahling! ๐Ÿ˜‰


    • I just love you!!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Ya crazy woman! ๐Ÿ™‚

      I did most of my wild stuff when I was in HS. Drank too much. Smoked pot too much. Smoked cigs too much. Skipped tons of school. But it was a conscious decision to party til I was exhausted in HS because I knew I had to get straight As in college if I wanted to get my dream job. In HS, I literally skipped entire classes for the whole year. I’d forge my report card so mom wouldn’t notice. Why the school never called her is beyond me, but thank God they didn’t! Skipping class kicked ass. ๐Ÿ™‚

      My only real regret is that once I kissed a boy for literally like 60 seconds and he had a girlfriend. I was stupid and young, but still had no excuse. I’ve always respected other people’s relationships, but man…he was hot! ๐Ÿ˜‰ But still…it was just 60 seconds and no boob! ๐Ÿ˜‰

      I’m no saint either, my friend!

      Now, as for taking over my post, you are ALWAYS MORE THAN WELCOME! I love reading your comments. They always make me giggle and want to hug you! XOXOXOXOX

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      • I can count on one hand how many times I skipped class in high school. I wasn’t exactly little Miss Goody 2 shoes but I got caught EVERY SINGLE TIME I did it! I couldn’t get away with anything like that! My mother knew… ugh! She has/had ESP! If I was doing something I shouldn’t somehow she always found out! Well… most of the time. I did sneak out of the house a few times, UNTIL I GOT CAUGHT! Then I never did it again! I walked alone on a dark country road at 2:00am! Who the hell does that? Stupid stuff! I’m telling ya, it is a wonder nothing ever happened to me in my stupidity! That list wasn’t too long in high school but there were pages of stupid shit in college! Like I said…many, many regrets! I had no dreams, sooooo nothing to work toward. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ


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