My summer days consisted of watching The Labyrinth repeatedly, hopping up from the couch every time "Magic Dance" began playing on the flat screen. Always holding an almost clenched fist up to my mouth singing about vodoo and doing obsence dance moves to the thought of David Bowie in those painfully beautiful tight pants. Naturally, I had to burn this song onto a CD, and drive around in my car nearly blowing out my stereo.
I am not proud of this fact.
So my roommate hops in my car and I ask her if she has seen The Labyrinth, and she shakes her head. Dumbfounded I reply "What do you mean you've never seen The Labyrinth, you know who DAVID BOWIE is right?" Again she breaks my heart with a resounding "No, I don't."That's when the beast was released, and I didn't drop the topic for like an hour and a half. I even went as far to tell the Applebee's server how uncultured my roommate was.
I remember as a child I heard adults saying to each other: "How do you not know who that is, what that is, where that is..." etc etc.
I caught myself in the act tonight, and I can't help but wonder:
When did I become an adult?
And why didn't anyone fill me in when it happened?
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