Jeremiah's School of Levitation

Okay, I suppose it's time to hit the thrift store and find me a nice Member's Only jacket because it seems that I've hit the Time Skids and am now reverting back to the 80's, so I need to dress for it.

Over the last week, probably because, thanks to my doctor, my mortality has now brought its luggage over to my house and has moved in, I've found my mind and words drifting back to those glory days of yester-life when I could eat a pile of eggs and bacon and drink half a gallon of WHOLE milk for breakfast, then go to work, then come home, drink a couple of beers, go play some hoops, then take a nap and a shower, not necessarily in that order, then have to actually refuse gettin' it on with my girlfriend because, and I quote me, "we've got to try to LIMIT it to ONCE a day", then go eat an ultimate cheeseburger, then go out, have a few more drinks, then, at 3am, eat another pile of bacon and red meat and, the next day, not only feel just fine, but have lost 2 pounds of fat, and gained an extra ripple of muscle in my six-pack belly. Ah, the 80's.

Cases in point:

• Three times this week, I've called my iPod a "Walkman."



• I noticed that, at the gym, the only songs that really get me going are the songs in my "Best of the 80's" playlist whereupon I sing flawlessly to such bands as Thompson Twins, Duran Duran, and Blancmange.



• I want someone to ask me what was the first video that MTV ever played so I can say "Why, that would be 'Video Killed the Radio Star.' Like, gag me with a spoon! Like who doesn't know THAT?" And, I'll smile like I just solved the mystery of consciousness. I've fantasized, actually, that I was on Who Wants to be a Millionaire and that my million dollar question concerned who the band was that did that first MTV video. Of the four choices, one would, of course, be The Buggles, and I'd laugh like a professional laugher as I blurted out the answer before I even got the "is that your final answer" balderdash.



• I dreamed about "leg warmers."



• I keep telling my sons about my college hijinks, not so much because I want to make them laugh at the fact that this old boring guy used to be a handful of fun, but because those stories are more like me reliving those days, like I'm actually telling MYSELF those stories and, the fact that I'm saying them out loud is okay because I'm saying it to my kids. But, the story of Riz surfing on an air conditioning grate he'd put up on top of a concrete cylinder, and the story of when my girlfriend had trusted me and my friend Evon to bake the cookies she'd plopped on a pan and handed to us and, as soon as she left the room, we ate all the dough all make me warm like I grew a coat.

So, I think I'm sliding backwards, getting like they say old men get. The only thing I need to figure out, and therapy may help, is either if I'm actually getting older or if by some miracle, I'm becoming like the old Jeremiah from 25 years ago. Either way, I suppose, I'm headed for insanity.

Which then, all I can do is follow Prince's advice from Purple Rain: "Let's Go Crazy!"

I have printed out this blog post and am now rolling in it like a dog. And barking my approval.

I, too, have been have 80s Flashbacks. I blame VH1 for all those documentaries and "I Love the 80s" things.

I blame living in a college town for reminding me of that time I got drunk on wine and passed out in front of Restaurant Not There Anymore, and my friend had to rope a cabdriver into helping me into the dorm.

I blame mp3 player makers for not naming them 'Walkman' so I don't look like a total idiot in front of the kids.

Wanna get together and drink some Tab and listen to my new Loverboy album?

I actually have the 45 of Video Killed the Radio Star... I kept all my old 45's, thinking my kids would want to play them one day. not only do they not want to play them, but of course they don't get near a record player at all...

we've gotten rid of at least two Walkmans in the moving purge.. so sad, so sad....

Oh my, were the 80's really 25 years ago?! I want to wear my collar turned up and throw a sweater over my shoulders.

I hate it when the mortality starts packing its luggage around. Hope yours moves back out soon!

That's funny, I've had Video Killed the Radio Star in my head the last two days.

You know, the 80's styles are coming back in now, so go ahead and get those leg warmers and Members Only jackets out.

If you start dreaming about Alexis Carrington from Dynasty, do not walk, RUN! to see a therapist.

There's the 80s and then there's THE 80s.

(BTW, totally enjoyed this post, and, of course, Mona stole my perfect comment about rolling on it like a dog. Ha!)

and I just put a mullet contest on my bloggage? It must be 80s week.