Have a Nice Decade

My dream team.

Today my mom and I decided to get soda and fries from a 1950’s looking restaurant. It’s funny how an environment and music can take you to a time that you were never a part of.  “Mr. Lee” by The Bobbettes was playing as we dipped our fries in ketchup (not catsup…) and we thought, wouldn’t it be great to live in the 50’s?

I think if I could choose any decade to live in I would choose the 50’s. It just seems like such an innocent time. I mean, yeah, there was war and stuff (Can you believe I’m a Historian? “war and stuff” wtf) but there seemed to be a kindness in the world that doesn’t exist anymore. For example, take the show Happy Days, the show was supposed to take place in the 50’s and was called HAPPY DAYS. Proof that life was better then. Also, you were bound to have friends with names like Potsie, Chachi, Joanie, and Ralph. No one is named Ralph anymore!

Also, what about Grease? Everyone was cool in that movie. Except Eugene. Wait, Eugene was cool at the end when he threw the pie in the gym teacher’s face at the carnival. Why do I remember that? Also, they had a diner that everyone met at, just like Happy Days! No one meets at cute diners anymore. Now we just go to Chili’s and eat our feelings.

Possibly the best representation of the 50’s is in my favorite movie, Stand By Me. I wish I was friends with those boys. I wish I could tell Gordie that he was a good writer, and tell Chris that he wasn’t worthless. By the way, if you haven’t seen this movie, you’re dead to me. Loving Stand By Me shouldn’t be the reasoning behind me wanting to live in the 50’s, but it is.

Other decades just seem sub par. I mean, anything before the 1800’s was the worst because “Greensleeves” was probably played on repeat and more importantly, toiletpaper didn’t exist. I mean, it would be fine if you were royalty, but even then, there would be too much pressure. Not a fun-filled time.

The 60’s seemed pretty groovy, music started to get better, women could finally feel okay about wearing pants, and people were almost not racist. The 70’s would probably be my second choice. It was the best decade for movies, and most people could afford a colored television by then. Music was awesome, and people had lava lamps! Besides my birth, the 80’s seem boring. Everyone in the 80’s seemed like they were trying so hard to be cool. Same with the 90’s. And now everyone is just obsessed with themselves. Isn’t that why people have facebook, twitter, instagram, tumblr, pinterest, etc? The answer is yes. Only yes.

Which time period would you want to live in?

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Peace, man

Whoever painted that bus did a terrible job.

You know when people from newer generations are like “I was totally born in the wrong decade” or “I wish I could have grown up when [insert groovy event, ex. Woodstock] occurred.” Maybe they could if the lazy guys at NASA would focus a little less on counting the planets and a little more on time travel.

Well, I’ve found a loop-hole in this situation. These people longing for a decade change should just hop over to Victoria because I’m pretty sure no one acknowledges the fact that it’s 2011 here.

There are so many instances where people act like their living in the 70’s–from their patchouli drenched clothes, to their patchwork pants. I don’t know what kind of look this is, but its a deterrent for going outside.

I have seen SO many hitch-hikers since I’ve moved here. Especially hitch-hikers with dreadlocks.  I’m not saying that dreadlocks are solely from the 70’s (ask 60% of my high school) but they’re definitely not what I would consider “in” right now.

If you listen to the radio stations here, its pretty much all 70’s all the time. Which is fine with me. But after hearing 4 Peter Frampton songs in a row, it gets old.

Also, people on the island  use the worst expressions.  “Right on” is used practically after every sentence. And I’ve heard a few “jive turkey”s, “far out”s, and of course, “outta sight”s. Thankfully I haven’t heard any “dyno-mite”s yet.

It even smells like the 70’s if you know what I mean. And I think you know what I mean.

I don’t know how this island hasn’t moved on as generations have passed, but it’s kind of nice that everyone is groovy and chill. Cue Partridge Family theme song. In fact, I think I’ve seen their bus driving around here.