This comic about skating is up at The Bygone Bureau today.
To skip over radical or apologetic statements the topic of nostalgia in general: I don’t really think I’m on a program of purging nostalgia until the topics I talk about don’t fit into that category. I do think that cornering details from the past feels like solving a mystery. The new information, as found as it is fabricated, is made valid by consensus.
My friend Karinna, who I was a little kid with, and then a pre-teen with, and then she went to a different high school but we stayed friends, and now we’re adults and we’re still friends, reminded me of this THING at the roller skating parties we went to on a weekend to weekend basis in Florham Park, New Jersey.
She also reminded me of a themed birthday party where all the girls had to dress up in tribute to one of three preselected divas. You were assigned Madonna, Cher, or someone else. We couldn’t remember the third one. I said Cyndi Lauper but that feels so wrong. Why would they have Madonna AND Lauper? The eras represented at this theme party were oddly discontinuous. Anyway, it was humiliating.
I recommend having a friend like this because they are treasure troves of information.