When you go to a conference, there comes a time, inevitably, when you have to take a break from the sessions and the parties and go to the bathroom.
Such was the case for me after two days at the Type A Blog Conference (yes, I am quite the camel). My moment came toward the end of the Ubisoft Just Dance, Just Sweat 80’s Dance party.
The party was a Wii dance off, complete with such classic 80’s accessories as PopRocks, neon-colored head sweat bands, hair crimping stations, and sinfully good cupcakes decorated with Ms. Pacman and Rubik’s Cube candies. Conference attendees dressed for the occasion, running the gamet from the Preppy Handbook look to the Jane Fonda Exercise Video look to Vintage Madonna.
There were even a couple of guys who dug out their old track suits for the party. They said they actually bought them from a thrift store for the party, but I wasn’t so sure.
Truthfully, for someone who came of age during the 80’s it brought back memories that were equal parts hilarious and horrifying.
Having lived through that decade once already, I saw no need to recreate my own 80’s fashion disasters. However, to show my support for my friends, I did put on a neon headband, a button that said, “I love the 80’s,” and a pair of leg warmers that I borrowed (mostly because the air conditioning was too high and I was cold).
The going to the bathroom part of going to the bathroom was uneventful, but as I was washing my hands, another woman came out of the stall, noticed my accessories and approached me.
“Are you part of that conference with the 80’s party?” she asked. I figured my headband and leg warmers must have given me away.
She, however, was not wearing a conference badge so I figured she must be a non-conference hotel guest who had the bad luck to stay at a hotel with several hundred leg warmer-wearing, big-hair sporting, hyped-up bloggers who were giddy with cupcake sugar highs and a weekend away from their husbands and kids.
“Yes,” I responded.
She leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, “I heard that Richard Simmons and Olivia Newton John were there!”
My jaw dropped. I could not for the life of me figure out where she could have heard that. And then I recalled that there were masks of Olivia Newton John and Richard Simmons on the tables at the party and many of the attendees had posed with them. It was possible that taken in the right light, at the right angle, one of these pictures might have given the impression that it was the real Olivia Newton John and Richard Simmons, and, it was possible that one of these pictures had made its way onto Facebook, and, someone might have gotten the wrong idea from that picture that Olivia Newton John and Richard Simmons were actually there.
And who was I to screw up a perfectly good misunderstanding.
“Yeah, they kind of were,” I admitted.
It wasn’t a total lie. They were there, kind of.
The woman squealed in delight. “I THOUGHT I heard him!” she said. “I have Sweating to the Oldies and I would know his voice anywhere.”
I smiled and nodded.
“Did you get to meet them?” she asked.
I nodded, “Yes.”
It wasn’t a total lie. I posed with the masks, too.
“What were they like?”
“Really?” she said. They seem so real and approachable on TV.”
“They were definitely approachable,” I responded. “But not very real.”
“That’s too bad.” she said.
“Yeah, well, it was still exciting to be that close to 80’s greatness,” I admitted. “We were literally cheek to cheek.”
“Oh, you are so lucky.” she said. “I wish I could have been there.”
“I’m sure they feel the same way,” I said.
“About me being there?” she wondered.
“No,” I said exiting the bathroom. “About them being there.”