The Breakfast Club's big brother

In college, there was this 80s band called The Breakfast Club that played the frat house circuit on a ~monthly basis. Despite the fact that their sets, hair, and pirate costumes (sweat stains and all, ew...) never changed, their party was always the biggest of the night. Other houses wouldn't even book "good" bands that night, because there just wasn't much point in trying to compete. Girls and guys alike, dressed up (80s attire) and dressed down (typical yuppie attire), squeezed in close (nauseatingly close) to pump fists in the air, headbang, jump around, and walk like an Egyptian. While I had as much fun as everyone else begging Eileen to just come on, already (that sounds dirty. I hope the song isn't dirty. Wait, it isn't, right?), I always wondered if we were the only generation of 80s-obsessed kids keeping the flame alive (eternal), and if the craziness (seriously, the clothes? my eyes! my eyes!) would die down once we were too old to, er, rock.

Turns out, not so much. The Legwarmers have a ridiculous following, and have taken to always playing two shows in a row, because the first one kept selling out. And while I thought that 2 consecutive shows would make it easier to get tix, silly me, both nights were out! I can understand why - the crowd runs older, but these folks are determined, if for one night only, to show that they haven't lost all their juice quite yet. Oh the headbands - and the hair! Sideways ponytails as far as the eye can see! Scream-singing! Leggings! Fist pumping! The cell-phone-waving to the ballads (cell phones are the new lighters)! Tacky prom dresses! And do not forget, and make sure to watch out for, the scissor kicks!!! Quite a scene...and to top it all off, the band has got its numbers down pat and are very good at reproducing the sound and the energy of the originals. When they played the Run DMC version of Walk This Way, I thought I'd died and gone to dance heaven. Today, my feet hurt, my neck hurts, I have a raging headache (thanks, 4 P's for the cider) and my arm feels oddly disjointed...as if I'd been throwing something (my fist!) all night...