I had lunch with a friend the other day; something she said stuck in the back of my mind. We were casually discussing a mixed-bag of inconsequential pleasantries such as world peace, Christmas (it being only months away), and the nostalgic 80s. I laughed and nearly choked on a wonderful salmon salad, feeling the sting of a sharp vinaigrette burn the corner of my tear-filled eyes. After regaining my composure and instantly downing 3/4s of a water bottle (something we used to call "shotgunning" in college, requiring a can of beer and a key and a big gulp), I explained to my friend that the fabulous 80s are long gone for me. Too many good...no, great...memories laced with a tragic downward spiral of sadness was born in the 80s. It was simply the beginning of the end for me. My baffled friend then said, "Well, you can bury memories as deep as you like. The songs live forever though. You must have a favorite 80s song?"
My reply to her is exactly the following:
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