Dante’s is a brick oven. I knew that, and yet, I still wanted to dress up a bit. Black jeans and a black t-shirt.
Considering it was The Retros I was there to see, an 80s New Wave cover band, along with Tracy, Gina, and Arlene, maybe I should have busted out my skinny tie. Sadly, time has not been kind enough to leave me the option of Big Hair – not without a wig.
But it wasn’t deathly hot inside. Just normally hot. And with plenty of water and booze (Bombay Sapphire and tonic for me, please) it was bearable.
For the record, the song that finally got me up out of my chair to dance was The Cure “Just Like Heaven”. Love that song.
Tracy had a headache most of the evening, but even she got up to dance eventually! I forget which song inspired her. Maybe she’ll chime in on the comments to remind me.
All that music reminds me of the summers right after I graduated high school, when Amy, Terry, Rod, Andy and I would spend weekend nights at the Blue Aardvark in downtown Portland, dancing and laughing and smelling like clove cigarettes (and Terry would actually smoke them). It was right out of a John Hughes movie, at least in my head. Sadly the club is no longer there. I think it’s a shoe store now.