[MICKEY:] Silvia…

[SILVIA:]Yes Mickey?

[MICKEY:]How do you call your loverboy?

[SILVIA:]C’mere loverboy!!

[MICKEY:]And if he doesnt answer?

[SILVIA:]Ohh loverboy!

[MICKEY:]And if he STILL doesnt answer?

[SILVIA:]I simply say
Baby,
Oohh baby
My sweet baby
You’re the one

Last week, Rand and I were eating somewhere (I believe it was someplace we stopped on our way to Jen and Mike’s party) and this song was on the radio. I was sort of singing along under my breath.

“What song is this?” Rand asked.

“Ummm…Love is Strange? Sylvia and Mickey?”

He asked me how I had this information…well, from Dirty Dancing, of course! 🙂

If you were anywhere near my age bracket and female in 1988, you probably saw Dirty Dancing multiple times in the theater. Then you got it on video and memorized lines, speeches, the Kellerman’s anthem, and tried to teach yourself the merengue.

Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.

I carried a watermelon.

and of course, the ever immortal:

Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

Jen and I were just talking about this, hence her post of earlier today.

Jen mentioned the Keds, but what I remember most is the resurgence of the knee-length cut off and rolled jean short. I definitely had those. 🙂

(not the image I wanted, but it’ll do)

But my most distinct memory about Dirty Dancing is this…when I was about to be a freshman in high school (I think…I feel like it was summer), this girl named Heather had a party. All my friends were invited except for me, Janel, and this girl Jen. I invited Jen and Janel to sleep over at my house, and we watched (of course) Dirty Dancing. We ate popcorn, quoted lines, and tried to learn the dances. It was great fun. 🙂