If life were an 80's movie, I imagine my morning would resemble something such as this: waking up to my home stereo system in my room, walls lined with posters of Hall and Oates, Bruce Springsteen and Rick Springfield. "Eye of the Tiger" would blare as I jump out of bed, grabbing the nearest hairbrush and begin performing my own concert to a crowd full of screaming fans (aka my wall mirror). I would look at my alarm clock, realize I am going to be late to school, throw on my light blue crop top, pink frilly tutu, yellow scrunchie and black leg warmers, and make it out the door just in time for my best gal pals to meet me at the corner for our usual walk to school (continually laughing at everything along the way).
If life were an '80s movie, I imagine I would spend my summer at my father's country club getting private dance lessons from Patrick Swayze himself. Or, instead of country club activities, I would be hunting for hidden pirate treasure with my closest friends (dodging the Fratelli's around every corner, and participating in the "Truffle Shuffle" as often as I could). Out of the many things to do in the summer I know one thing would be for sure — I would not be sitting in detention with a basket case, a princess, an athlete, a brain and a criminal, for hours a day over some fun in the sun.
If life were an '80s movie, I imagine my boyfriend would be a combination of Jake Ryan's gorgeous looks from "Sixteen Candles," Ferris Bueller's sense of adventure and impulsiveness and Andrew Clark's athleticism from "The Breakfast Club." We would go on long walks on the beach with Paul Young's "Everytime You Go Away" playing softly in the background. The sun would fade into an orange lavender sunset as it automatically fades into a black screen (cue rolling credits). If I were ever mad at him, he would roll up to my house with a boombox on his shoulder blaring "our song" while declaring his love. In the end, all would be right with the world.
If life were an '80s movie, my younger siblings would rely on my expert fashion advice. They would admire my pink cap sleeve prom dress, my sparkly blue eye shadow and neon patterned clothing. They would wish for the freedom our parents gave me and envy the brand new car I got for my 16th birthday.
If life were an '80s movie, it would be pretty great (or should I say totally tubular).
