Addicted to Sirius radio

I've been re-living my early 20s for the past month or so, thanks to Sirius radio, which my husband bought me for Christmas to have installed in my trusty old 2000 Honda Accord.Before that, I'd sworn off Sirius radio, telling my husband "what's the big deal?" since he got it in his car. He listens to it all the time. Then...I changed my tune (no pun intended).I drove off from the installation place and began programming my stations. I'll admit, I usually end up listening to the one I programmed #1 out of 10 -- First Wave. That's why I say I've been re-living my 20s. I listen to these songs and am instantly taken back to my clubbing days at The Kitchen Club, Fire & Ice (where unfortunately, I only went a few times) and even Club Nu where I went to that one Cure "listening party" and to a few concerts too. I still remember how rebellious I felt going to a concert at the Cameo and breaking in my very first credit card at the China Club.Those were the days of smoke-filled clubs and drinking enough while you were out to make the night worthwhile.I'd stay on the dance floor all night if I could and just get lost in the music and the moment for a while until I had to go home, back to the everday routine. But at least for those few hours, it was an escape. An escape I remember fondly.