Today I made playlist of slow songs from my middle school dances. I don’t know what got into me. Here’s some of the songs:

Boys II Men, “It’s so Hard to Say Goodbye”
Vanessa Williams, “Saved the Best for Last”
Travis Tritt “(I Don’t Love You) Anymore”
Bon Jovi, “I’ll be There for You”
Aerosmith, “Crying”
Guns ‘n’ Roses, “November Rain”
Boys II Men, “Till the End of the Road” (?)
Whitney Houston, “I Will Always Love You”

Oh man I was laughing so hard I could’ve kissed my computer monitor. I remembered every detail of the place we used to have dances: The Black and Gold Club. It was an old airplane hanger that had been re-skinned to look like a barn. It looked weird, but but that didn’t matter…I was there to have fun.

A middle school dance isn’t complete without chairs lining the walls. That was the line for timid souls. The thought of staying out of the action shook me to the core. I was out dancing like the guys I saw in jean and Coke commercials. I did alright for a country boy, but that’s not saying to much. I never would’ve dreamed I’d become a break dancer in college.

So I’ve become a sucker for all-things-retro. I can’t leave the room if “I love the 80s” comes on. If it’s “I love the 90s”, I should just call into work sick. You really do have a happy place in you childhood.

My Dad retired this summer and decided he wanted a job again. So he’s leading an anti-drug program at my first high school. So everyday he’ll IM me with some message from one of my old teachers. He wants me to come out in October and give a talk at the school.; I don’t know what to expect.