Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Teenagers | Posted on 18-06-2012
Tags: boys and girls, curfew, dance, Faithfully, high school, journey, teenagers, teens
The song Faithfully by Journey brings me back.
Back to the high school dance in the gym with the hardwood floors and the sweaty teenager bodies. The boys smelled like Drakkar Noir. The bodies pressed against each other for the slow songs, and for the last song.
I wore my hair big and my leggings skinny. Shoulder-padded blouse with a cinch belt. Heavy eyeliner. Minty-gum breath (always).
I clung onto some boy, as he smashed against me.
It was 1984.
This song is kinda bittersweet for me.
When Faithfully ended, it was my cue that the coach would soon transform into a pumpkin.
The lights in the gym turning back on was a rude awakening. The realities of pimpled faces in your face and my 11:00 p.m. curfew looming. No after-the-dance parties for me. When the dance ended, it meant one thing: time to go home.
But I would go to bed replaying the wonderful night in my head, with still a hint of Drakkar Noir on my neck, left by a boy.