So I’m just going to own up to it right now…alcohol, music and I shouldn’t really hang out.
At 1am on Saturday morning the thought occurred to me that I should keep legwarmers in my handbag for emergencies.
Legwarmers you ask?
Was it cold?
Was I trying to reintroduce a new fashion trend?
The truth is, some inebriated girfriends and I were listening (and singing rather loudly) to music from our younger days.
AND IT WAS AWESOME.
We started talking soundtracks and songs from Fame, Dirty Dancing, Greatest American Hero (looooooved that song) Footloose and then the song Maniac from Flashdance came on.
Naturally after five vodkas, 2 champagnes, 2 cocktails, a glass of wine and a bucket of Baileys, I figured I should re-enact the whole scene.
And re-enact I did…
My legs were pumping up and down and my imaginary black long curly hair was held in place by my imaginary fabulous head band. My legs were magically clean shaven for the close up and my belly was in an imaginary six pack state, while I was moving completely and utterly in rhythm to Michael Sembello’s voice and awesome beats.
Ok, so the rhythm and the awesome beats are maybe a stretch, but in my mind I danced my arse off like it was 1983.
The song finished and I went back to being a mid forties out of shape, non Jennifer Beals dancing, blonde, drunk, uncoordinated, and incredibly happy woman.
Contrary to popular belief the fun police don’t visit you in the maternity ward to give you a life ban when you have a kid.
So whenever you’re feeling a little too mumsy, grab some girlfriends, some cocktails, some naff 80’s tunes and start shaking your booty.
Just like me, you too can go back to being an honest to God Pop Star who can dance her arse off
Bring back the leggings I say.