Tonight I'm taking it easy, watching 100 Greatest Songs from the 80s, loving every minute of it, and an ad for Meatloaf's upcoming tour flashes across the screen. Syracuse, March 22.
I'm so digging out my Jordache jeans, white leather Nikes with the red swoosh, turquoise flipped-up collar polo shirt, splashing on some United Colors of Benetton perfume and going to see Meatloaf in concert. But only after emptying the entire contents of a can of Aquanet on my perfectly feathered do.