So I'm writing my final script for my screenwriting class and somehow an innocent exchange between two characters turned miraculously into a skeezy pickup line turned into a bad glam metal reference. And now, as my characters discuss Warrant and Lita Ford, I'm listening to 80s hair bands. They're so bad, so bad, but also so good.
Classic Quiet Riot. You cannot not scream along with this song when you're out and it comes on loud through bad club speakers, admit it. Girls, rock your boys.
And the first line of this next song is one of my favorite lyrics ever: "I went to a party last Saturday night, I didn't get laid, I got in a fight. It ain't no big thing."
Feel the tight pants and big hair. Let it sink it.