My choices for X were kind of limited. I thought about using Xmas & giving my speech about how the X is NOT crossing Christ out of Christmas, but that’s a rant for another day.
I don’t know about you, but when I think of Xanadu this is what immediately springs to mind:
Oh 1980, did you know at the time that we were going to mock you so? I think you did.
In 1980 I was in high school, and I was one of those unkissed boy crazy girls who goes to the prom with a girlfriend. I was making plans for my life based on my expected spinsterhood, and tormenting my mother with my superior knowledge of language. I was churchy and bookish and a mostly A student who didn’t really apply herself very much. And while I thought Sandy was cute and all, I secretly wanted to be Rizzo. On the other hand I was appalled that Sandy had to change herself to get the guy. Wait, why am I talking about Grease?
|Is it 10th Grade Bug? Or Mattie from (the original) True Grit? You make the call!|
Why does Xanadu make me thankful? I look back at that girl and, while I’m grateful for her, I’m so thankful to not be her anymore! She envisioned a different life than the one I have now. Her idea of heaven wasn’t the same as mine. I wonder what she would have thought if she had looked down that long road and seen me at the end of it? She might have been horrified, but I know Xanadu when I see it.