So I know it seems like all I do now is post once a week, and when I do it’s about support raising, but I actually have been up to other stuff. Well, that’s not true, but when I have the chance to come up for air from the e-mailing and the phone calling and the mailing stuff and the packing and sorting and making endless decisions that just want me to now say I don’t care, let’s put it all in our carry-ons and buy the rest, I’ve been trying to do fun stuff.
Like Wednesday night, Brooke and I rented Pretty In Pink because of our recent conversations about favorite 80s movies. We both agreed this one was in our Top 5, so we decided to rent it for nostalgia’s sake. And we have plans to possibly rent some other classics before I leave, like The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. We shall see.
So it’s honestly been at least 10 years since I’ve seen Pretty In Pink, and it actually held up pretty good to my memory. I first saw it in junior high, which therefore induced me with a prematurely skewed perspective on high school, where the rich kids where sportcoats and the poor kids sew all their clothes granny-style. I got over it in plenty of time.
But I thought Andrew McCarthy was IT, and after watching the movie, I just don’t see what I saw. Kabob and I did, however, name one of our ever-so-classy cars after his character, Blaine (the back story: it was a 1990 black Ford Probe with plasticy-red interior - so über late-80s cool that we had to name it after someone who epiotmized the definition of cool during that era. In my life, anyway).
My conlusion after last Wednesday’s watching: The music is still weirdly fun, I still like Duckie, James Spader’s character is still a slimeball, and Andie’s prom dress is still atrocious. Thumbs up for a nostalgic film.
So I don’t have much of a point to this post, other than I desperately want to show my readership (which I’m sure has dwindled to 12 people) that I do still have a life. Although maybe I just did the opposite.
Alright, I’m off to pick up Chickpea at her friend’s house. We’ve got her 2nd birthday party tomorrow, so stay tuned for another non-support-raising post soon! I’m sure you’re on the edge of your seat.
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I saw Pretty in Pink again a year or two ago. I agree with your assessment.
I don’t think I actually saw it in the 80’s when it first came out, I don’t think my mom let me. I remember feeling stupid for not knowing the movie, for awhile. Nothing like Jr. High and High School to make you feel stupid for not knowing a movie!
Footloose would be on my list too!
“Hey, I thought this was a party? Let’s DANCE!”
impossible to sit still on the couch for that scene
Kim - Oh, I remember that feeling stupid feeling when everyone saw a movie you couldn’t see. My parents were pretty laid-back about movies (more laid-back than I’ll probably be, actually!), but I always did feel a little out of the loop culturally.
Sarah - I totally forgot about Footloose! I love that movie, but Kabob can’t stand it, so if I do see it, it will have to be when he’s MIA. Although with how busy our calendar is getting, I doubt we’ll even get to watch any more movies. We’ll see.
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