My friend is having an 80's themed dance party for her birthday next week, and just for occasion, I asked my mom to mail me my poofy gold and black Cyndi Lauper-style skirt from the 11th grade.

I remember my mom picking it out at the store, and lecturing me on learning to make fashion statements, and then me thinking, "you've gotta be crazy to think I'm going to pull that off." Somehow, I wore it to a couple of formal dances, and then it sat in the closet in my mom's house for 19 years, waiting patiently, for the 80's to become retro-chic.

Well, that day has come. And, now, the things I wear (slutty salsa dress) puts poofy Cindy Lauper dress to shame.

Just for today, I am feeling old.