Kicking It Old School

A couple of weeks ago I jokingly said to bf, “hey, let’s go to the Def Leppard concert.” He said okay and the next thing I know I am dealing with my pride. Sure, I liked Def Leppard back in the day but going downtown to see them wasn’t on my list of things to do. I looked at this little adventure as a another mocking opportunity and decided to make the best of it.

The closer the concert date came, the more excited I got and to my surprise I was really looking forward to seeing a band that had made my mother cringe when I was younger. Co-workers asked what I would be wearing and when I answered the usual they looked at me like I had two heads. Apparently I needed to shed those preppy, clean cut clothes in favor of acid wash and aquanet (thanks T for that little soundbite).

For those of you that know me, know that I never really had big hair, it was always flopping in my face. I may have owned some acidwash back in the day but those are now in a bin somewhere for Goodwill. However, while we didn’t stand out at the concert there were some who obviously had not left the mid 80s. It was hard to control myself because this was just too funny, mullets, old school Leppard shirts and the one thing that sealed the deal and indicated it was going to be a wonderful evening: an 80s Camaro with the Def Leppard window sticker and a personalized tag that said DEFLEPP on it.

Joan Jett opened for them and damn, she still sings just as well as she did when “I love rock n’ roll” back in 81. I was transported back to a time when things were simpler, the music was wonderful and to my surprise, those guys still looked good today. Of course for a moment I forgot who I was with, whipped around to state that Phil Collin was still HOT and got a bit embarassed of my announcement. Bf just looked at me and said okay, he got it and understood that a crush from all those years ago still got my heart racing.

Even though I was kind of tired towards the end, they could have played for two more hours and I wouldn’t have minded. They put on a show that was impressive and worth the money, mocking and drive into downtown. It made the bf want to start playing in a band again and me, well I just wanted to imagine that I was actually talented enough to do anything with that band.

I am now on the lookout for the British flag t-shirt because I just have to have that but wasn’t willing to pay 50 bucks for it at the show. Off to search Amazon, EBay and all sites in between. I guess I should figure out if I am really into kicking it old school and wearing it around town or if it is going to end up collecting dust in my closet. Decisions, decisions.