Over the weekend, I stepped into my DeLorean and gunned it to '89 when I was just a fresh faced kiddo with a scrunchy in my hair and dirty Keds on my feet. Said time travel was accomplished by a hundredth viewing of the classic tale of over-privileged prissy tweens who just want to fit in with their fellow wilderness campers and get their patch on. If you have no idea what I am talking about, then you are probably much younger than me and therefore on my sh*t list, but if you are currently humming the "Cookie Time" song to yourself then high five me cause we are totally old farts with fantastic taste in eighties movies. It was upon this weekend's viewing of Troop Beverly Hills (the movie that birthed "glamping") that I realized 1. I really need to get a life and 2. this movie is filled to the brim with important life lessons. For example, the classic dance moves never go out of style, despite what your fancy hairstylists says perms are never a good idea, to many accessories clutter an outfit, and if anyone ever asks your parents as always in Monte Carlo. Lessons learned Troop Beverly Hills, lessons learned.
Photos by: Kevin
Purse: JC Penny