I have a confession to make. I was a headbanger in the eighties. How did a nice girl like me end up being a heavy metal hair band groupie? Well, my boyfriend played electric guitar in a rock band. In the eighties. He thought of himself as the next Randy Rhodes. And I was his number 1 fan. I was his Lita Ford and he was my Lemmy Kilmister. We went to all the hot concerts. We saw Aerosmith, Guns and Roses, Whitesnake, Iron Maiden, White Lion, Def Leppard, Ronnie James Dio, Poison, Cheap Trick, Queensryche, and the Scorpions. Those are the concerts I remember anyway. We had a blast until we had to grow up and become adults and get jobs. My smoking hot boyfriend had to cut his hair and buy a suit and I had to trade in my leather miniskirt for a nurse's uniform. Now, 30 years later, I can still hear the first few chords or a certain guitar rift and instantly I am transported back to our "wasted years". If you would like to relive your wasted years, take a look at my List!