My favorite decade was…
Even though I do feel like Homer quite a bit, my kids are still young enough that it’s hard for me to imagine any period of my life that doesn’t include them being my favorite.
It’s no exaggeration for me to say that my favorite time in life is right now.
I’m happy. I’m healthy. I’m blessed with a great family, both nuclear and extended. I think nuclear family is a real thing, but you might want to Google it and call me a dumbshit, if it doesn’t mean the people who are living under my roof.
The prompt, however, asks to know what my favorite decade was, so I’m going to work under the assertion that I have to go back in time to pick one out.
I went in to this assuming that it was a no-brainer that I would choose the 80’s. The 80’s meant little league baseball, Big League Chew, Fruit Stripe Gum, Gator Gum (yeah, I love gum!), Michael Jackson, Weird Al, The Golden Girls, Manimal, The Greatest American Hero, high school, first dates, first kisses, first loves, first heart breaks, first everythings! It was decade of discovering who I was and laying the foundation for the type of man I’d grow to be.
While I was thinking about all these cool 80’s things and others, like Camaro hair, mullets, Coca-Cola rugby shirts, Swatch watches and Heather Thomas posters, the pesky 90’s kept asking, “Hey, what about me?”
“What about you, 90’s?” I answered back.
“The 80’s wasn’t that great, Don. You wrecked your Mustang in the 80’s. What about junior high? You broke your collar bone. Also, what about Manimal? Manimal happened in the 80’s. Don’t even get me started on your gay boy crush on Ricky Schroder.”
“WE DON’T SPEAK OF THAT!!” I responded defensively.
“He had a fucking train in his house for god’s sake! A train you could ride on, and I already spoke about Manimal! I liked that show.”
“What’s so great about you anyway, 90’s?”
90’s didn’t answer me back, but I started to ponder (I like pondering) the 90’s and I was able to convince myself that the 90’s could make a solid argument for being my favorite decade.
I started the 90’s a young man or maybe I was more of an old boy? I was a junior in high school when the 90’s rolled around. That’s a pretty exciting time in a young man’s life, and mine was no exception.
The 90’s saw my high school soccer team beat our biggest rival in the state championship game after we started off the season pretty shitty for such a talented team. I think we may have been 8-7 at one point in the season, before things finally clicked.
Getting out of high school was pretty sweet for sure, not to mention the 4.5 years of college debauchery.
I began the 90’s in the best shape of my life, and I had soccer to thank for that, but then there was college.
College meant parties and red cups of beer and 39 cent tacos from Taco Bell. I started growing what would become a fairly impressive beer gut in the 90’s.
The nineties is also when I met a pretty young lady who’d become my wife, so that’s pretty okay.
I moved to Texas for a few years and got to live in Pasadena for six months as well in the 90’s. Even though those events were both work related (work sucks, generally), I still enjoyed my time in both places.
Alas, I came back to St. Louis in ’98 to try out this police work for just a couple of years.
A couple of years has turned into 15 years and the 90’s seems like a distant memory now.
While the 90’s were pretty cool, that Heather poster keeps drawing me back to the 80’s, as does reading the back of cereal boxes and jumping ramps on my Team Murray bicycle.
Gah, I’m torn, but I think, to finally finish the sentence and this ridonculous post, that the 80’s is my choice.