Because clearly, the man loves the ’80s as much as I do. Mr. PB got Grown Ups 2 and we watched it last night. Adam Sandler threw the most bad-ass ’80s party I’ve ever seen. My wedding is going to be just like that. Except, my guests aren’t coming in costume. Although the invitations have yet to go out… Changes can be made… Hmm…
If we start tweeting this to Mr. Sandler, he might just show up.
I’ve always had a total crush on the ’80s. I’m an ’82 baby so really I shouldn’t love them quite as much as I do; my age considered I should be more a ’90s girl, but here’s what. My parents were the same wild-eyed and obnoxious devotees to music as I have grown up to be. Consequently, I was that baby at concerts who had all of the conservative parents shaking their heads in disparaging judgment, muttering their barely-audible disapproval, “Who brings a baby to a concert…?”, “Isn’t that why god invented babysitters?”, “This is no place for children…”
Most kids my age weren’t allowed to watch MTV. It was on non-stop in my house, and on loud. I’m pretty sure my dad had big PA speakers hooked up to our TV. I’d sit mesmerized for hours listening to the sounds and the sights of Sequential Circuits Prophet 5 Synthesizers and reverb pedals fanning out guitar riffs like ripples on a pond. My dad could most often be found in our living room doing this:
You could practically taste the Aqua Net.
My babies will attend lots of concerts sporting cute baby ear muffs if need be, but they will be there. Thank you, my unconventional, totally punk rock parents for planting this thing in my soul, this voracity for music, this ALIVE switch that can only be thrown by blasting Say It Isn’t So by The Outfield at my desk at work. ALIVE looks like this.
All that being said, my totally punk rock dad has given us the most amazing wedding gift ever. These guys.
They were Tom Cruise’s band, Arsenal in Rock of Ages. They play everything from Guns ‘n’ Roses to Journey to Cinderella and Ratt. And they are playing at my wedding.
Yep. My dad is JUST. THAT. COOL.
Also, I was about 13 years old when I learned that my dad was not in fact Steve Perry of Journey. I’ll tell you why later in the week.