The 80's were the bomb! I had fun. :veryhappy: The summer of 1986 was the peak of my party girl days and is pretty much a drunken blur. I spent lots of time at a friend's estate in Oyster Bay, Long Island. When we weren't at class in the village, we were frolicking in her pool, or we were dancing on the bar at the Palladium or The Limelight in NYC.
My mother's baby sister Louise was what my grandmother and other older Blacks used to call "fast". She lived in west Philly and was known for coming in from work on Friday night taking a nap and a bath and then going out to PARTY. She would come home late Sunday night or sometimes early Monday morning, looking somewhat bedraggled but basically okay. She'd just shower and head straight to work. Her fun times started in the 1950's and slowed down in the early 1980's.
Aunt Louise's motto was, "When I die the world won't owe me nothing; because I have lived!" I always thought that was so cool. To a certain extent that's how I like to think I live. I'm not as reckless as she was back in the day; but when an opportunity presents itself to try something new I take it even if it's out of character for me.