Modern Friends, the Modern Gal has been terrible to you. Not only have I been a lazy blogger (meaning busy in real life) this week, but I neglected to officially wish you all a happy Valentine’s Day. I blame Comcast and its lack of internet service at my house yesterday.

So instead, I wish you a happy day-after Valentine’s Day. Had I posted yesterday, I would have offered you this:

So how did all of you spend your Saturday? Anything fun or terrible happen?

I have to say, I had a lovely day. I spent the afternoon at work and had a fairly easy shift, for which I’m grateful. After that, my date for the night and I grabbed a pizza at my favorite Knoxville establishment (Jay, I believe you planted that thought in my head). The wait was only about five minutes, only half of the diners there seemed to be on real dates and the pizza was delicious.

That’s when the evening took a fortuitous turn.

We decided to walk across the square to a favorite local pub to grab a few beers. We were sitting there chatting when in walked a lady with a side ponytail wearing a red sequined gown that looked like it had seen much, much better days. ‘Wow,” I said. ‘She’s really getting into the whole Valentine’s Day thing.” And then in came a dude in what appeared to be a 30-year-old tux. Then a few minutes later, I kid you not, Boy George walked in. Ok, not really Boy George because I think he’s banned from the U.S. for some reason, but someone who did a damn good job of looking exactly like him.

I was starting to get suspicious when my companion noticed a poster on the wall: Feb. 14: The White Cosbys. Tacky ’80s Prom Night. What followed was a setlist that included ‘How Deep is Your Love,’ ‘Karma Chameleon’ (hence the presence of Boy George), ‘Love is a Battlefield,’ ‘Take On Me,’ ‘Right Here Waiting’ ‘and countless other songs that you’re afraid to admit you know the words to, unless you’re me. There was also lots and lots of bad ’80s fashion (but plenty of normally dressed folks, so we weren’t, you know, out of place.)

Modern Friends, it was as if every star in the sky aligned and the Universe decided I needed to have a great night.

Much has been made here at The Modern Gal about my taste (or lack thereof) in music, so I won’t remind you, but HOLY CRAP, ’80s MUSIC! AND OTHER PEOPLE WHO EMBRACE IT! I’ve attended many an ’80s dance party in my time, but I don’t think ’80s music and fashion has ever just happened to me like that. And I hadn’t scared away my prom date by the end of the night, so you know, bonus.

Here’s my parting gift to you … and yes, The White Cosbys played this too, but we East Tennesseans don’t ever feel ashamed about loving our Dolly: