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fixing my stare at a midnight showing of footloose while writing this piece and waiting for the emmy’s at one am. i’m currently holding my breath to see kevin bacon dance. at this junction of the blog, the new kid ren (bacon) is on a tractor race whilst bonnie tyler’s holding out for a hero serves backdrop tune. i could sing to the lyrics of this 80’s staple.

I need a hero. I’m holding out for hero til the end of the night. He’s gotta be strong. He’s gotta be fast. He’s gotta be fresh for the night.

teener sarah jessica parker plays lori singer’s (the leading lady) tag along. the new kid ren could groove gracefully. i enjoyed footloose the song tremendously in nineteen eighty four. i enjoy it tremendously now, gyrating to the beat during workouts.

kevin bacon would be at the emmy’s tonight as his wife’s date, who’s a perennial nominee for the closer. gosh, it has been twenty five years since footloose. time flies. i’m time travelling from when i was ten to thirty five. for my emmy fix at this point, the curtain opens with doogie wearing a white suit, singing and hosting. time travelling at its finest. doogie howser md was an icon of my youth.

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it turned out kevin bacon wasn’t only an arm candy. he was a presentor and a nominee as well. alec baldwin won for 30 rock, not a surprise. but as a kid, i watched the eldest baldwin jumped off a building to finish off his stint on knots landing. he was gorgeous then, as gorgeous as rob lowe. he is funny now. i prefer hugh laurie to win the emmy every year. but my husband records breaking bad and we both adored malcolm in the middle. bryan cranston was hilariously good in malcolm. congratulations to mad men and 30 rock, two shows i only read about in all the media. both critically acclaimed and winning awards. for a melancholic note this week, my parents were both fans of the miniseries north and south in the eighties. my mom viewed dirty dancing a million times. i also joined the SRO crowd with the folks at era theatre for ghost in 1990. when i think of patrick swayze, i think of my mom and dad and the tear ducts automatically activates.