Another Tuesday---another post in English...
I hope you are all doing good.
The other day I was downloading some music on my new iPhone, and I lost myself in memories…
And, as you all know, that tends to happen a lot! With me! Little Miss Nostalgia.
The song I was downloading was Level 42 and their one time big hit “Lessons in Love”. In the 80’s, this song was played at the dance places (discos) a lot!
AND, if the DJ did NOT play it we made sure that he (or she) played it. We usually went up to the DJ booth and asked him/her to play the tune.
I know we were asking for other songs too, but for some reason this is the only song I remember us REALLY asking for!
This was in the mid to late 80’s, I was around twenty years old!
I lived by myself in an efficiency with a HUGE kitchen in Hässelby Strand right outside of Stockholm, one of the burbs (hey, that’s me, always the suburban girl).
I made sure my wardrobe was stock full with new clothes and new matching pumps. As soon as I got paid from my job every month, I would head in to the city to SHOP!! ALWAYS!
I also made sure that I had plenty of matching jewelry (read plastic earrings and true bling-bling). Oh, and of course you made damn sure that your nail polish would match as well.
That is me, the Annika circa 1986.
At work we had a tanning bed, and all of us that worked in the pre-school made SURE that we’d get our turn using it. We had a list outside the room where it was located, and inside the little room was the tanning bed, a spray bottle and a radio, always set to Radio Stockholm.
Sometimes we’d tan for an hour, sometimes it was just half an hour. When I think back at that I get scared on HOW stupid we were, but never in a million years would we be thinking of skin cancer. However, I did stop tanning after a while when my skin started to break out. I wanted none of that and right there and then I swore off tanning beds. Forever! And, to tell you the truth, I’ve never entered a tanning booth after that “scare” again. Good for me. I think I was 21 when I stopped.
So after work, it was time to leave and we changed from sensible working shoes into our pumps. And those pumps where high heels, usually around ten centimeters high.
We fixed our hair, sprayed on some perfume, grabbed our big purses and left…
On the weekends we went out.
To the discos (clubs). But, before we went out we met at someone’s apartment where we had a pre-party! Those pre-parties were often more fun than the actual “evening out” itself. We all brought wine (La Garonne, White cloud, Green Pearl, or Mateus rose), WHITE wine…always. Always white wine, never anything else. We ate snacks, chatted, drank the wine, listened to music and we had SO much fun!!!
When the clock was around 10:30 we would all put MORE make-up on, and MORE perfume, and then we left for the subway that would take us downtown. If it was winter and snow on the ground, we MAY have worn boots. But I do remember many ICE COLD nights when I wore nothing more than a pair of pumps, shiny stockings, a thin dress with huge shoulder pads, and over it all I wore my fake fur coat. SOOO sophisticated! ;-)
So, we jumped on the subway and into the city we went.
Some of girls at a pre-party...How young we were!
And, when we got to the club it could be a long line to wait in before we got in. That was a buzz-kill AND a mood kill many, many times.
However, we got to know the door-men, and soon enough we could cut in line. VERY nice!
Inside the club (disco), we would hang up our coats (almost all of my friends wore fake fur coats) and then we went into the club, and guess what we bought ourselves from the bar? Yes, it was a “White Lady” every single time, I think…
A White Lady followed by a “San Francisco” followed by white wine…
AND, we danced!
The music in the 80’s was so good! It still is (hey, why else would I download so many songs from that era?).
Oh, and we asked the DJ to play our songs!
At the end of the night we all went home together (yes, we were good girls ;-) ), usually in a cab.
The following morning we all had a huge breakfast together, and we probably watched a movie on the VCR.
And always the wine glasses...always...
THOSE were the DAYS!