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80's Night



I really don't recall exactly how the idea crossed our minds. Saturday night is 80's Night at Antigua in downtown Orlando. We knew we wanted to go...and it just seemed like more fun if we dressed the part, especially since it was my birthday. As I told other people of the plan, I judged by their reactions that we had a good idea.

I highly recommend doing something unconventional in public. There's no way to completely describe the looks and comments directed at us as we walked down Garland Ave. Someone hooted at us from a car window. Several people stared. Most people were trying to figure out if we were in costume or just followed the November 1987 issue of Cosmo for fashion ideas.




Here's my favorite conversation of the night.
DOOR CHICK: $5
ME: Oh, do you have a birthday special?
DOOR CHICK: (looking us up and down) Is it your birthday?
ME: Yes. (She stamps my hand.)
FRIEND: Oh, it's her birthday. Why do you think we dressed this way? I promise we have better fashion sense than this.
DOOR CHICK: (Laughing hysterically into her hands.) I was wondering. That explains it. It takes courage to do that.

We immediately hopped on the dance floor and created the most ridiculous dances possible, garnering even more stares and questioning glances. We jumped and gyrated and threw our arms in the air. There was even a bit of experimental rave and performance art dancing and a little air guitar.


Surprisingly, dressing and dancing like an idiot is A LOT of fun. What a great night!

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