As you prepare for tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve celebration, take cues from the simpler, less rambunctious era of the 1980s. Slow down and appreciate the moment.
Back then, people were working for the weekend. After double shifts at Orange Julius, it was time for hardcore karaoke. Don’t be afraid to shine on New Year’s Eve.
Also, don’t drink if you’re underage. You know who you are. Surely her jacket doesn’t say what I think it says.
Know when to say when. These guys stopped just shy of tipsy.
Remember: friends don’t let friends drive drunk. Especially in tight Girbaud (wait–they weren’t popular yet) jeans. Mercy, I can smell the Drakkar Noir from here…
Behold! Proof that Madonna used to be relevant!
Just don’t let things get out of hand.
And lastly: come to terms with reality. You have your owns set of gifts and strengths, your own contribution you can make to this world. But face it: you will never, ever look as cool as this guy.
I Don't Get It 
If we could just get everyone to wear parachute pants, that would virtually assure everyone slows down and stays in the moment. At least while they are trying to get them off. Thanks for this trip through the past, and the important reminder that no matter how cool you thought you looked back in “the day,” you probably didn’t ‘)
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Ned, you’ve just reminded me of why the boys at the skating rink never skated when they sported their cherry red parachute pants. There must be a friction/chafing issue.
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Yes, those pants are made mostly for standing. Oh, and…
Nope, just standing.
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Oh, boy. If most of those aren’t Wranglers and Jordache, I will be sorely disappointed.
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Oddly enough, I don’t see any Guess. I’m sure there are some Wranglers. I remember the ad that went, “Here comes Wrangler, and he’s one tough customer, and he knows what he likes when he sees it.” Which describes the last guy to a tee.
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yeah, but can I still get my Orange Julius?
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