Good times, good times

Music plays such a big part in my life.  I learned to play the piano when I was five years old.  I studied classical piano, but my music tastes are ecclectic.  I love show tunes to hip hop.   My tastes seemed to have skipped the 80's music for the most part.  I reverted back to older music at that time.  I liked Spiders From Mars, Joni Mitchell and The Who during the time that most kids were listening to REO.  It is quite funny now, because my best friend is what I have crowned the "Queen of Lame 80's Rock"  If they have big hair and tight pants, and know three chords she is in heaven. 

I hear a song and it reminds me of an event or day in my life. When I hear the song Going Mobile by the Who, I remember a time that I was just 16.  For some reason my parents allowed me and a bunch of girls to go alone on a camping trip to Mendocino.  We had an ice chest full of beer, a tent, a boom box, and a baseball bat.  What else would a girl need on a camping trip?  When we arrived, we immediately started to consume the beer.  As the sun began to fade, we decided that we probably needed to put up the tent.  I am not sure if we could manage that while completely sober, but it was an impossible task while intoxicated.  We giggled and decided to ellicite the help of the park ranger.  He was hired to erect our tent at the price of a beer as Going Mobile blared from our little boom box.  I will always remember that trip, when that song plays.  Good times, good times.