Went out to 80’s night at Shine last night. Funky little club. Well-stocked and almost reasonably priced premium liquors. The DJs were decidedly unenthusiastic and seemed to have a lot of trouble matching beats and keeping the playlist flowing – but I don’t usually expect a lot from DJs in this city anyway.
My major beef however: if you did not dress that way the first time around, and cared more about Strawberry Shortcake than Duran Duran, you are not allowed to show up in 80’s garb, and you are most certainly not allowed to act like a fool during the songs and holler “I haven’t heard this in forever!” – as if the music holds some sort of special meaning for you.
One other thing – I’m not sure what you saw on MTV when you were younger, but hopping from foot to foot and kicking your legs out in front of you like some sort of bastardized version of a Russian Trepak in leg-warmers has NEVER been cool.
Granted, I’m pushing the envelope myself in terms of being able to claim some sort of stake to really appreciating 80’s culture, but at least I was alive through the entire decade.
And a special note to the semi-creepy mid-to-late 30’s latino guy with the shirt that looked like a radioactive kelp field threw up on you: Watching you dance with ridiculous abandon all night long totally made my evening.