So this is where long-forgotten '80s stars (and fans of Flock of Seagulls) go when reality TV has no place for them
I just got an invite to a party. Well an ongoing weekly party. And it’s brought on a monstrous depression. Here’s why. The party is titled, “Virgin ’80s” and will happen every Monday night at a Hollywood club called Shag.
There are Rubik’s cube contests, arcade games (remember the mind-bender that was PacMan?) and celebrity appearances. Correction – appearances by has-been celebs. This week’s rumoured host is Debbie “Deborah” Gibson of Electric Youth fame and fortune. I’m guessing she’s long in the tooth, possibly in her ’40s (hey, I’m just past the mid-’30s myself sooo…) and perhaps the sight of her will make you cry into your beer while you rock out to the sound of Purple Rain and Funky Cold Medina. So now you know where stars go when their light stops burning brightly. Reality TV or novelty clubs.
I guess it could be worse. I could be a washed-up celebrity seeking fame and fortune on, say, Dancing with the Stars. Instead I’m rapidly approaching middle age, living in Southern California 20 miles from the ocean in a townhouse that has a lovely view of the mountains. I’ve got me a good man and a baby on the way.
I get to interview film stars and television actors and directors… it’s a good gig.
And that invite to Shag? Despite it’s promise of no cover charges, no lines and ’80s tunes all night – it’s already in the deleted bin!
