(Flashback to my days as Mom the Chauffeur: One Halloween after school I picked Katie and a neighbor boy up from high school. Danny asked if I'd give his friend a ride home, too. The guy had on classic Goth -- total black all the way down to his black fingernail polish and spiked leather choker. It was truly frightening and I raved about his outfit the entire time until I dropped him off. Then Danny said, "Mrs. Z., he wasn't wearing a costume.")
Back to the present:
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In our group,Rita was the clear winner - she had on a jean jacket, beads, a head band and John Lennon round shades, tinted bright blue. Classic biker Mama.
We danced. I twisted, ponied, monkeyed, swam, bumped and even did the jerk. Jerry and I busted out some of our swing moves and also fox trotted. Finally those three years of dance classes obviously paid off! One..two...three... One...two...three...
The last time we did so much dancing was in the '80s. We'd round up our neighbors and head over to the Dillsboro Civic Center on Saturday nights and have ourselves some big fun. The rooms were smokier back then, but the band didn't seem as loud.
When the party was over we came home, set our clocks ahead and went right to sleep. It was easy to wake up in the morning, but it wasn't easy to get up. Funny, I don't remember being this sore forty years ago.
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Hahaha, 90's goth! Oh those were these days. I never did all the makeup, but I did have a few darker get-ups plus my black wool cloak for winter, and people would make a wide berth. My cousin dated a chick who wore a dog collar and all, but you'd never know she was an amazing cello player. I have another friend who's in her 30's and still dyes her hair blue or purple and dresses like she going to a goth club on a regular basis, and she is a virologist, studying for the cure for AIDS. Funny about those "scary" appearances.
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