I was walking to dogs thismorning and listening to Pandora. Greased Lightning came on my ABBA station. The movie Grease came out in June of1978. I was eight and my sister was nine. That movie was the shit that year. All of us learned every single dance move toevery single song. My sister, of course,was all about Sandy because she wanted to marry Danny Zuko plus she reallyliked Olivia Newton-John’s hair and shoes in the You’re the One that I Wantdance. For me, it was Rizzo. I wanted to be just like her (sans falsepregnancy and dating that guy with the serious acne issues, of course), butalso I wanted to date her. In my mind, Iactually broke up with Kristy McNichol that year and stopped pretending to be across between Han Solo and the Six Million Dollar Man. I transformed into Rizzo and, in the process, wore out tons ofDouble Bubble gum smacking it my parents, sister and friends in an attempt tolook cool. I also got a horrifying satinsilver jacket with a (in hindsight ironic) rainbow stripe across the front andback that I figured was close enough to a Pink Ladies’ jacket. This shit wasserious, I kid you not.
We perfected all the dance moves. We were as intense as Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. We were maniacs for Grease. Eventually, my sister and I and all our friends could flawlessly oncue drop to one knee, stretch our right arms out ramrod straight, lift oneeyebrow and slowly have that arm travel from west to east in perfect time toGreased Lightning. That was our favoritedance number. We did that danceeverywhere…in the living room, at church socials, in the front yard, in theaisles at T.G. & Y., etc. We carriedmy tape recorder everywhere with the Grease cassette tape inside. We were determined to always be prepared. That Thanksgiving we broke out the Greased Lightning dance routine for the family. We thought everyone was super impressedbecause my brothers kept asking us to do that dance again and again. In hindsight, I realize they thought it washilarious because we were completely oblivious to the lyrics in the thatsong. Quest for Fire didn’t come outuntil 1981 and the awkward and archaic church sponsored sex education class ourparents signed us up for didn’t happen until 1980, so our knowledge of sex waslimited. We thought a pussy wagon wasRed Flyer wagon full of kittens pulled behind my Big Wheel and the chicks’llcream probably had something to do with baby chickens and Dairy Queen. We just knew the song was about a car and that we looked awesome when we danced. We were idiots…dancing idiots.
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