I had never seen my wife in bell bottoms before. I had never seen her in an orange blouse, or with her hair feathered out Farrah Fawcett style. I’d never seen her dressed or styled like that, on roller skates, at 10 PM in the evening on a Saturday. We were usually in bed by this time, or at least thinking about it. I didn’t even know that she could roller skate. My angel looked like one of Charlie’s and, while I was greatly amused by what I saw, I was also quite confused.
“Alright. This is going to be so boss and totally tubular.”
My wife Dressed liked a 1970’s starlet talking like a 1980’s surfer.
Color me confused.
And that’s when she skated to the living room, reached down over the couch and turned around and showed me a light blue leisure suit. I had never seen a leisure suit before. I hoped that this was for my dad, but, looking at her, at the suit, and at the smile on her face, I knew it wasn’t. Without a word, she handed me the suit and, after ten stomach sucking minutes, I finally fit into the darn thing. Now, I was all dressed up and, I assumed, that I did indeed, have some place to go.
I was right.
“Grab the keys, Boss Hog. You’re taking me out.”
I don’t remember Boss Hog ever wearing a leisure suit. She was trying so hard that it made me love her all the more. I smiled, grabbed the keys and started driving.
Our destination, I found out, was the Portland Spirit.
Now, I’ve been on the Portland Spirit before; lots of times, in fact. It was Saturday night, Flashback Night. One these nights (no minors allowed), regular, every day Joes and Janes get dolled up in the fashion of the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s and board the Portland Spirit for a flashback cruise. Converging at the Salmon Street Fountain, the night of retro tunes took me back to my teenage years. Led Zeppelin, Stevie Wonder, Culture Club, Michael Jackson, Nirvana, Boyz II Men, the DJ spun the records through the last three decades of the last century.
The cruise, which is only $20 per person (An additional $12 per person if you want to purchase something from the bistro menu) took us through downtown Portland. Spectacular by day, nothing quite shows the beauty of Portland, Oregon like the city lights piercing the night, and reflecting on the might Columbia.
Between the dancing, the drinking, and the beauty, it was truly a night to remember. And, when I got out of my leisure suit later that evening, it was hung up in the closet. We would be going again, though, next time, I hoped that we could bust out my flannels and converse. We’ll see.
For more information, visit https://www.portlandspirit.com/flashback.php.