The 80s... Strikes Back!

Friday night, we drove to Baltimore to see an 80s cover band called The Legwarmers. Oh my gosh. Best. Show. Ever.

Say you have a favorite band/singer, and you are lucky enough to make it to a show. There is bound to be at least one or two songs that you might not be that fond of or don't know by heart. So you sway along, try to enjoy it while you pretend to sing and really just make up words. But the whole time, you're thinking, "It's almost over. It's almost over. Hopefully the next song will ROCK and I will KNOW IT and I won't have to feel like an ASSHAT."

Not so with The Legwarmers. They played all of the best songs from that wonderful decade and even dressed the part. By the end of the night, we were hoarse from screaming along to Material Girl, You Give Love a Bad Name, and Hit Me With Your Best Shot.

The funniest parts of the night were: the parking garage attendants (this thing is broke and shit); S screaming "FALCO!" each time a song ended; the guy who looked like Goose; the ginormous guy in the Hawaiian leaf shirt who kept standing in front of everyone; and Joshy trying to put money in the machine in the parking garage.

They're playing again in May at some place in Falls Church. We'll be there... will you?