"That is so...'80's"

I asked the prima donna, if she was going to wear jeans to Carowinds today. The look was astonishing. You are kidding me? She returns. I am so below doing that. I have my stuff together. Okay, I say.
Yesterday she took an order of dinner to bring it up to my room, in a Chinese accent and never helped me one bit. She is so passive-aggressive, I just love it. She never does what I tell her to do, or ask her to do, but she always jokes at me back so hard that I don't remember that she didn't do it until I am doing it, myself. She pretends slavery to me and gets a fan, when she see the smallest persperation on my brow, from my "flashes". Then she jokes about how we danced in the 80's by moving her neck a certain way that puts me in stitches. I hope she has a good time. I feel like I have Jo with me, in her. I still miss you anyway, Jo.