Back in the Day

My girlfriends and were out for dinner last weekend and after a few bottles of wine (NO - not me, I am s-o-b-e-r) the subject came up of old fads and what we thought made us cool back in the day.

United Colors of Benetton Bum Bags. All my gf's had these when we were in year 10 ('97) We would be walking around the shopping centre socialising every Thursday late night shopping with our bum bags hanging off our shoulder (not around our waists - we were cool dammit) It was just big enough to carry all our essential, wallets, mobile phones, ciggies and lighters. We were "the shit" back then.

Hound Dog. Now this store was opened back in about '93. I was in Year 6. It stayed cool (in my hometown anyway) til about '95. During this time I had graduated from my hound dog purple leggings with white hound dog logo oversized t-shirt to the more racy hound dog clothing of the tinieset mini micro dresses and a zip up skin tight see-thru skirt dubbed the "unzip me and fuck me" skirt. I have no-idea how I managed to get my parents to let me out the house wearing some of those outfits, to call them tarty would be the understatement of the century.

Keppers. Again, these were in the in thing from around '92/'93 for maybe a 2 years or so. When I wasn't slutting it up in my barely there dresses you would find me in my dark blue baggy as hell keppers. Insert sad story here. Easter Sunday of 1994. My family was celebrating at my cousins house. As kids do, we wanted to be no-where near the adults, so were out the front yard. My cuz Hayley and I were both in love with dancing ( I, having done ballet since I was 3 and jazz and tap since I was 6) decided we would choreograph our own routine. Just to set the scene the song was "Give it up" by KC and the Sunshine Band after a not-so-particularly hard move my leg buckled underneath me and I was laying on the road screaming my tits off. To be honest, I dont really remember a lot about what happened but an ambulance was called and it ends up that I had dislocated my knee. What was I wearing? Keppers. Which to pop my knee back in they had to cut off me. Well after hearing that, I dont know whether my tears were for the pain or the sad demise of my kepper pants. Now this part is really embarrassing - after coming home from hospital (with my cut up keppers) I carefully cut out one of the back pockets and to this day I have kept it in a box with some other sentimental stuff.

The Skatel. Every friday night from about '93 to '95 we would be dropped off at the local skatel for a night of skating, flirting, kissing, smoking, drinking and towards the end getting stoned. This was our first real night time social thing (other than the few occasional parties - which at that age were still pretty lame). The skatel was the place I had my first kiss with a boy called Aaron. He was so hot. We were hanging out outside the rink and skated up the back of the carpark behind the rink and just looked into each others eyes and went for it. It was so cute. Until my cuz and co starting giggling from around the corner where they were spying on us.

Jeremy Jordan. O.M.G. ('93-'94) He was just the hottest thing I thought I had ever seen. I had posters all over my walls and his CD on repeat in my bedroom. I want a girl like you.....

No-Doz. '97-'98. These lovely little tablets were the greatest thing going round when we first started drinking pretty heavily at parties. It was fantastic, you could pop a few of those and drink all night without passing out on the grass by 9.30pm. But we used to basically get into bitchfits about who was going into the 7/11 to buy them as we thought that they would refuse to sell them to us, lock us up and call the coppers. How wrong we were. We also used to take one of my friends little sisters ADD pills. They worked a treat too.

PassionPop, Strongbows and West Coast Coolers. '96 - '98. Need I say more really? Cheapest nastiest stuff in the Bottle-O. But always got us hammered. Oh yeah, and tequilla (stolen from out parents bars.)

Parties. A hundred times better than going to the club. Until the cops broke them up. But big or small ones we always managed to get absolutely blind with good mates and no strangers (well except the ones that tried to crash the partay). I will have to tell you about the open house party (corey style) I had at my mums house in 1995 another time. Its a looooong story.

Having an ummmm... party friend. '96-'99. I had a couple over the years. It was basically just a guy friend you hooked up with a parties. My first one was a boy called Noel. He had the most ripped body a 16/17 year old could ever have and cheeks you just wanted to squish together and tell him how goddamn cute he was. Ooohhh...and the deepest most beautiful dimples. I am a sucker for a man with dimples. Anyways every party we would end up in a bathroom or loo or someones little bro's bedroom having the best make-out sessions ever. I never fucked him at any of these parties but it got pretty hot and heavy all the same. But a while later probably just after I left school we ran into each other at a party or something and ended up back at his place and had a pretty wild night which we did pretty much did everything we never got to before. It was a great time had by all.

Honestly I would have to say the best time of my life so far were the years between '94 and '99. It was all getting trashed at parties, wagging school, no responsibilites and fun times. After I turned 18 it was still awesome going to nightclubs and being legally allowed to do these things, but you had the added element of a job and financial responsibilites (like a mobile phone bill!).

If I could turn back time to 1994 and live my high school years again, would I? Hell yeah! I would do it over and over and over again.