1985 (not that I was old enough to be at a part place)

Aquanet was my best friend

Used a whole can to get my hair just right - God forbid a strand of hair move as I break dance to the mad beat of the boom box. Those were the days of tight rolled pants, neon shirts, shoulder pads, and puffy paint. What a terrible sense of fashion. But then again - cocaine use was rampant. That is the only logical excuse I can come up with for the decade known as the 80s.