February 16, 2025: The Saturday Nights

Every weekend in the ‘80s, my high school friends and I had a ritual: Saturday Night Live.

Like clockwork, we’d meet up for dinner and dancing — and, at 11:30 sharp, SNL.

This was also the golden era of analog, when a Blockbuster trip meant renting VHS tapes packed with the funniest Eddie Murphy clips.

Music and smells trigger strong memories, but so can TV shows. Tonight, watching SNL’s 50th anniversary special, the past came flooding back. Not just of the show, but of faces I haven’t seen in decades.

Sometimes, I wish for a time machine to relive those younger days. But honestly? At this point, I’d settle for staying awake ‘til 11:30.