I loved the 80’s. The 80’s rocked. And I mean that literally.

Hair metal bands, such as Bon Jovi, Warrant, Poison, Mottley Crue, Foreigner. Is it any wonder they are still going today as us baby boomers are aging? (Thank goodness without the leggings and makeup. EEK.)

Dallas. Dynasty. Knots Landing. Miami Vice.  Was anybody hotter than Sonny Crockett?

Saturday Night Live, Animal House. American Bandstand! Madonna, and the birth of pop culture. Leather. Big hair. And…RAY-BANS!

If you were somebody in the 80’s, you had a pair of Ray-Bans. Ray-Bans were cool. People noticed if you had a pair of Ray-Bans. I just liked saying the word: Rayyyy-Banss. Ray-Bans!!

I was cleaning out a drawer recently and it was with great excitement I stumbled upon my old Ray-Bans. AHHHH, that old feeling came back. I ran to the bathroom and put them on again. Black lenses, with the gold across the top. These.Were.Bitchen.  (I’m wearing them here, with half a can of hairspray and Bret Michael’s signature pout.)

I immediately had to tell Concrete Man. He loves the 80’s as much as I do. “Hey! Guess what?! I found my old Ray-Bans! Aren’t they cool?”

He looks up at me from the project he’s immersed in. Pause. “They make you look like a bug.”

So perhaps there’s a time and a place for my Ray-Bans. And it’s not out in public. 😀