Who did you want to be in 1983?

I wanted to be Alex from Flashdance. Not Alex exactly, because she was a welder and while it LOOKED cool, all the sparks seemed worrisome. But definitely Alex the dancer (or all three Alex dancers, because really how could you choose? Plus it would be like Sybil 3 to try to separate them).

So what was I doing in 1983? Living in a house in Hyde Park (pier and beam with 10 full inches of air under the pine floors– perfect for your legs while dancing). I worked at a dance studio on 6th Street, above a now defuncto bar. Our most popular class? Torturcize. Woo-hoo. My wardrobe consisted of leotards, footless tights, character shoes, leg warmers, two pairs of jeans and a sweatshirt. All of it pretty damn shabby. Basically I WAS Alex, minus two of the dancers, the welding job, the Porsche-driving beau, the cool shower accoutrement, and the lobster. Also lacked the perfect boobless bod that could wear a tux bib without being totally obscene. Is it called a ‘bib’? Or is it a dicky? Heh heh.