Yay, I found my naval dress uniform a la Top Gun or Officer and a Gentleman at a costume shop today. Hence the above quote from the US Navy/Air Force Recruiting Movie 1986, aka Top Gun. So it looks like I will be making an appearance in costume at The Ball LOL.
Was well happy with finding the appropriate uniform - the 'Navy Officer' look from this website, apart from that the face may be a bit different, and I don't have a beard at the moment, no, not even a goatie - and hmm the charm of Richard Gere (out of Officer), the smile of Tom Cruise, the humanity of Anthony Edwards - okay, for the last one I may be relying more on ER than Top Gun LOL. Also have to brush up on my Righteous Brothers singing skills LOL.
Bought the Top Gun DVD to do further research on the role. I am kidding people, I am not going OTT (Over The Top) for this one night - well, not as over the top as perhaps last year, Doctor Livingstone is far less common on Brisbane streets than someone in naval uniform. I am just happy that I have got the look that I envisioned in my own head - and damn, I look good in a uniform LOL.
I am looking forward to Friday. In a responsible approach to alcohol and my workmates way of course, as well as the wearing a hot hot uniform sense as well :)
Getting out to this particular costume shop, it wasn't in the CBD, involved me going on the bus route out in the general direction to the old suburb where I used to live - back in 1987 to 1990 - so, after securing my costume, I caught the next bus and headed further up the line.
Have been meaning, since I have come back to Oz, to do the Reminiscing Tour back to the old stomping grounds, but just haven't gotten around to doing it. It's like inner suburbs as well, only a fifteen minute bus trip, but always have meant to go out there, but never gotten around to it - procrastination, I would be a world contender in it LOL.
So got to my old suburb. The shopping precinct as it were. Maybe more memories would have been sparked if I had walked from 'home' to the primary school, or taken the bus to the high school, rather than just where we shopped every Thursday. Or maybe even if I had prowled the aisles of the Coles where we used to do said shopping.
I mean, lots of memories come out, but not as many as I thought, or as positive as I actually had hoped. The first memory was sitting in the car, just looking up at the stars, figuring out the position of the Southern Cross.
Which mixes itself up in the memory of listening about the latest twists and turns in Canberra politics - yeah, I know, I know I was about twelve and still interested in that stuff. From what I remember it was always about Howard putting the knife into Peacock or whoever was Coalition flavour of the month - there was a time when they were in opposition LOL. For the younger Australian readers out there, there were other Prime Ministers before Howard, a long long time ago, galaxy far far away yadda yadda.
And then picking up either Mad magazine from Coles itself, or 2000AD from the newsagent. And reading it in the car, either Mad magazine explaining the Iran Contra affair, or giving me an idea of American culture or politics - maybe a twisted warped idea, but an idea nonetheless.
Or 2000AD, take your pick of the characters or storylines. Judges Dredd, Anderson et al, Chopper, Slaine and a cast of hundreds. Often getting the comic was the highlight of my week, yes, sad huh - those formative years before we discover how important the opposite sex is. Where stylised covers of Judge Cassandra Anderson were far more important than hmm whoever was the real life sexpots were in the late 80s.
Yes, I was a geek.
And am just thinking, I must sound like the narrator used to in The Wonder Years. Going on about the most trivial things as if they were literary gold. Because as we all know, our teenage years are the 'highlights of our lives' - hmmph.
So yes, maybe I do have more memories of shopping than I thought. All the above, and we haven't even got past the supermarket carpark even - well, the newsagents perhaps, but that is all. Went into the newsagents today, at the old suburb, next to the old Coles, and was going to buy 2000AD if they had it, but they didn't stock it. Hmmph.
Next time I see 2000AD I will buy it. Though I hardly see it anymore. I guess a comic gets to 28 years old and, what with the thousands of other distractions for young people on the planet now, circulation heads further down.
There's a comic shop opened up in the local shopping complex, that I kinda think maybe I should head into, have a look - but I get conflicted by the whole thought of being their only customer and then needing to pity buy LOL. The local shopping complex has a chemist, a dairy, and a Chinese takeaway - every other shop that tries to establish itself seems to close down.
And who would want to be a pity customer for a shop that's going to go bust anyways LOL - like that episode of Seinfeld where Jerry is the only customer in the Indian restaurant across the road and then makes too many suggestions for the place to get more business. All of which does little to help the store survive anyways, and gets the owner pissed off at Jerry for suggesting the changes.
Oh, but this is supposed to be an eighties reminisce, whereas Seinfeld was the ultimate show of the nineties, a show about nothing. Between the Cold War and 9/11.
I like that last sentence, do you think I should copyright it?
Enough reminiscing for now, more tomorrow :)
Pauly
Was well happy with finding the appropriate uniform - the 'Navy Officer' look from this website, apart from that the face may be a bit different, and I don't have a beard at the moment, no, not even a goatie - and hmm the charm of Richard Gere (out of Officer), the smile of Tom Cruise, the humanity of Anthony Edwards - okay, for the last one I may be relying more on ER than Top Gun LOL. Also have to brush up on my Righteous Brothers singing skills LOL.
Bought the Top Gun DVD to do further research on the role. I am kidding people, I am not going OTT (Over The Top) for this one night - well, not as over the top as perhaps last year, Doctor Livingstone is far less common on Brisbane streets than someone in naval uniform. I am just happy that I have got the look that I envisioned in my own head - and damn, I look good in a uniform LOL.
I am looking forward to Friday. In a responsible approach to alcohol and my workmates way of course, as well as the wearing a hot hot uniform sense as well :)
Getting out to this particular costume shop, it wasn't in the CBD, involved me going on the bus route out in the general direction to the old suburb where I used to live - back in 1987 to 1990 - so, after securing my costume, I caught the next bus and headed further up the line.
Have been meaning, since I have come back to Oz, to do the Reminiscing Tour back to the old stomping grounds, but just haven't gotten around to doing it. It's like inner suburbs as well, only a fifteen minute bus trip, but always have meant to go out there, but never gotten around to it - procrastination, I would be a world contender in it LOL.
So got to my old suburb. The shopping precinct as it were. Maybe more memories would have been sparked if I had walked from 'home' to the primary school, or taken the bus to the high school, rather than just where we shopped every Thursday. Or maybe even if I had prowled the aisles of the Coles where we used to do said shopping.
I mean, lots of memories come out, but not as many as I thought, or as positive as I actually had hoped. The first memory was sitting in the car, just looking up at the stars, figuring out the position of the Southern Cross.
Which mixes itself up in the memory of listening about the latest twists and turns in Canberra politics - yeah, I know, I know I was about twelve and still interested in that stuff. From what I remember it was always about Howard putting the knife into Peacock or whoever was Coalition flavour of the month - there was a time when they were in opposition LOL. For the younger Australian readers out there, there were other Prime Ministers before Howard, a long long time ago, galaxy far far away yadda yadda.
And then picking up either Mad magazine from Coles itself, or 2000AD from the newsagent. And reading it in the car, either Mad magazine explaining the Iran Contra affair, or giving me an idea of American culture or politics - maybe a twisted warped idea, but an idea nonetheless.
Or 2000AD, take your pick of the characters or storylines. Judges Dredd, Anderson et al, Chopper, Slaine and a cast of hundreds. Often getting the comic was the highlight of my week, yes, sad huh - those formative years before we discover how important the opposite sex is. Where stylised covers of Judge Cassandra Anderson were far more important than hmm whoever was the real life sexpots were in the late 80s.
Yes, I was a geek.
And am just thinking, I must sound like the narrator used to in The Wonder Years. Going on about the most trivial things as if they were literary gold. Because as we all know, our teenage years are the 'highlights of our lives' - hmmph.
So yes, maybe I do have more memories of shopping than I thought. All the above, and we haven't even got past the supermarket carpark even - well, the newsagents perhaps, but that is all. Went into the newsagents today, at the old suburb, next to the old Coles, and was going to buy 2000AD if they had it, but they didn't stock it. Hmmph.
Next time I see 2000AD I will buy it. Though I hardly see it anymore. I guess a comic gets to 28 years old and, what with the thousands of other distractions for young people on the planet now, circulation heads further down.
There's a comic shop opened up in the local shopping complex, that I kinda think maybe I should head into, have a look - but I get conflicted by the whole thought of being their only customer and then needing to pity buy LOL. The local shopping complex has a chemist, a dairy, and a Chinese takeaway - every other shop that tries to establish itself seems to close down.
And who would want to be a pity customer for a shop that's going to go bust anyways LOL - like that episode of Seinfeld where Jerry is the only customer in the Indian restaurant across the road and then makes too many suggestions for the place to get more business. All of which does little to help the store survive anyways, and gets the owner pissed off at Jerry for suggesting the changes.
Oh, but this is supposed to be an eighties reminisce, whereas Seinfeld was the ultimate show of the nineties, a show about nothing. Between the Cold War and 9/11.
I like that last sentence, do you think I should copyright it?
Enough reminiscing for now, more tomorrow :)
Pauly
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