I Want to Party Like it’s 1998….

Remember when John Mayer said he thought Jennifer Aniston was: “hoping it would go back to 1998?”  

No?  That’s not among the famous quotes you remember?

Clearly, you haven’t had a subscription to US Weekly for the last 20 years.  So, you’ll just have to take my word for it.

Anyway, I’m with Jen.  It’s not that I don’t love my life now, or that I wish I could somehow go back and relive that time in my life.  I just occasionally find myself feeling nostalgic for the simplicity of it.

In 1998, I was just beginning college.  I was hundreds of miles away from the dysfunction of my home life and I was looking forward to the future.

It was pre-9/11 America and though it hadn’t necessarily been a decade without global conflict, there seemed to exist a spirit of great optimism among my generation.

The Dot-Com bubble hadn’t yet burst.

Zach Morris was still the only person I knew with a cell phone.

Only rich kids had laptops and televisions still came in the shape of a perfect square and weighed about a thousand pounds.

The world still felt enormous and mysterious to me and urban legends were fact….we all knew someone who knew someone who died from a bad combo of Pop Rocks and a can of Coke.

So in this fast paced, technology obsessed, fractured, complicated, politically charged,  world we live in today, I want to take a moment and wax poetic about the end of what I think was a truly great decade.

Here’s what I remember:

1. Getting all dolled up (black pants, tank top, chunky heeled shoes) for a night out at an 18 and older club where the bouncer would put a giant X in permanent black marker on the top of my hand (under 21!) and where I would spend the night bumping and grinding with my friends in that way only white girls who pre-gamed with shots of cheap vodka and Sprite chasers can get down.


2.  The real life Ken and Barbie


3.  Creating party play lists on Napster for dorm room gatherings where the music streamed through the speakers on a desktop computer.


4.  Dylan McKay returned to Beverly Hills 90210 and I watched it with my girlfriends while we drank Boones Farm….directly from the bottle.


5.  Deep, philosophical discussions regarding the meaning of: “Hit me baby one more time.”


6.  When I had a crush on Lance Bass….who was obviously not gay.


7.  Iridescent pastel’s….which I fully envisioned myself wearing someday for my first professional job interview.


8.  Steal My Sunshine – Len.  I had no idea what the song meant….or what the actual lyrics were, but I made up some that sounded good enough.


9.  The Discman and it’s adapter that turned the cassette player in my Pontiac Sunfire into a CD player.  As long as I didn’t drive over bumps or turn, I could rock out to all the all CD’s I burned with music I stole through Napster.


10.  Rollerblading


11.  Hair accessories….as many as possible.


12.  Writing a letter on colorful stationary with one of an assortment of colored pens and then anxiously awaiting the response.


13.  The Delia’s Catalog.


14.  The sickly sweet smell of Cucumber Melon


15.  Platform foam flip-flops


16.  Desperately wishing for a pink iMac


17.  I made a webpage on my college server dedicated to my small circle of friends and our Sorority….Alpha Sigma Sigma….or ASS.  I desperately wish it was still around.

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18.  Gathering with my friends in our dorm common room to watch Friends on Thursday nights.


19.  When my email address was Daisy18@aol….because I was obsessed with Drew Barrymore.


20.  Overalls – They were beginning to fade out, but there was no better invention for hiding PMS bloat and feminine hygiene products like a pair of baggy overalls.


What do you remember, love, miss or hate about life in the 90’s?

Share with me!

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