I've decided that today is Memory Lane Monday. This may be an occasionally occurring series of Madame Queen flashbacks. We may go back thirty years, we may only go back five. Tonight we're going back 25 years and tonight's trip down memory lane is brought to you by Michael Jackson. And Angie over at All Adither. Yesterday in her Confession Sunday post, she alerted me to the fact the the 25th Anniversary edition of Thriller is now available and I immediately went down the wormhole of memory. And if you read my comment on her blog, you know where this story is going.
For me, a lot of memories are tied to music. And when I was in 6th grade, the video for Thriller came out right about the same time I was invited to my first boy/girl party. I couldn't wait to go to this party.
This was back when neon colors were all the rage and my mom bought me the coolest outfit to wear. It was a neon green, blousy cotton top and white pants with neon pink, green, and yellow zigzags all over them. I also had these amazing neon green chain mail earrings that hung all the way to my shoulders. I was HOT. Well, as hot as a sixth grader could be. I was definitely cool.
Now I had had boyfriends fairly steadily ever since third grade, but I had never been kissed. And frankly, the thought of being kissed scared me pretty much to death. In fact, my fifth grade boyfriend had broken up with me because I wouldn't kiss him at 4-H camp. But as soon as everybody found out I was going to the party, they all started talking about how my boyfriend, Alec, and I would have to kiss.
I tell you, I almost didn't go.
The night started out fine. Everybody gathered in Jason's parents' living room to watch the video for Thriller. We turned out the lights and ate popcorn and everybody was so amazed when little innocent Michael turned into a werewolf (HEY! is that a metaphor that we all missed?!).
But then. Then. The video was over and it was time for the dancing to begin. Everybody went down to Jason's basement. They had a big stereo set up and streamers and balloons were everywhere. They had moved the furniture to the edges of the room so we could dance, but I saw it for what it really was. A trap!
A slow song came on. I can't even remember what it was -- adrenaline had taken over at that point -- and Alec and I were dancing. Then, the lights went out. And the next thing I knew his mouth was on mine and his tongue was down my throat.
I'm pretty sure I remember thinking "Who in the world came up with this and what made them think this would be fun?" It wasn't fun. It wasn't exciting. It was just...slimy. And nauseating.
So nauseating, in fact, that when the lights came on I had to flee upstairs. And there I sat, upstairs with Jason's parents, waiting on my mom to arrive.
Alec was confused and I think his feelings were a little bit hurt. There's nothing quite so embarrassing as making your girlfriend sick with your kiss. A couple of people were teasing me. I'm pretty sure I lost a lot of social cred that night. But at least I kept my dinner.
6 years ago