Sweet Charity for the P.Pie
The VP got tickets to the touring play of Sweet Charity from her work (which is regularly hooking her up with SWEET tickets to all sorts of events – baseball, football, concerts – if it’s a ticketed event, she gets ‘em).
So she & P.Pie are having a pregnant sisters night out.
I thought about going and hanging out with Picasso and Gunslinger, but Picasso broke his painting hand and Gunslinger has pink eye, so I decided it would be best to stay home.
Anyhoo, The Beej and I have the house to ourselves – he’s lounging on the bed and I on the couch.
Alternadad likes to spend his alone time… differently.
To each his own.
Actually, I’m a little jealous of Alternadad – he’s living my life.
Well, that’s not really fair; I love my wife/twins/life and wouldn’t trade any of them for the world. But Alternadad manages to write creatively and make a living at it.
I’ll get there, just gotta keep writing.
Back to the topic – Sweet Charity.
Really, the topic is touring headliner, Molly Ringwald. Sixteen Candles, Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink & 40+ other films and TV shows Molly Ringwald.
For those of you under 20 or over 60, she’s a Brat Packer. One of eight (not to be confused with seven of nine) ‘80s teen actors that starred (although not usually together) in a string of movies that had the John Hughes’ fingerprint on them.
Like many Gen-X’ers, I grew up with her (via film, or course). You might even say I had something of a crush on her.
In the early ‘90s, I lived in LA and hung out with art school-type students in the Los Feliz/Hollywood/West LA area. One of those places was Formosa Café, a popular old school Hollywood bar/restaurant.
Long story longer, Ms. Ringwald frequented the Formosa. And, as luck would have it, she was there at the same time I was.
Remember, it was the early ‘90s.
Brat Pack movies were as dead as disco. She was living on her past glory and small bit parts in lousy TV shows.
I thought she was obtainable.
I started with the oh-so-suave ‘buy-the-girl-a-drink’ move. I approached the bartender, order myself another martini (dirty, dry, three olives) and whatever Ms. Ringwald was drinking.
This was rewarded with a smile, a raise of the glass, and a nod.
Okay, at this point my expectations were through the roof – I’d gotten eye contact and smile with teeth (not pursed lips).
Another dirty martini and several dares from the art school-types, I approached Molly Ringwald.
Molly Ringwald, the star of stage, television, and the big screen.
I got within an arm’s reach of Molly. I opened my mouth – to say something incredibly banal, I’m sure – and a ham hock landed on my shoulder. The ham hock was attached to a bald guy who was at least 6’6” and resembled a brick wall that needed a shave.
He turned me around, walked me back to my friends and said, “Ms. Ringwald appreciates the drink, but she’s busy.”
Surprisingly, the guy was really polite for hired muscle.
Everyone, including me, laughed. But deep down, I was crushed.
I really, honestly, no-shit thought I had a shot.
So here I sit, dog on the bed, fingers pecking out a personal history on the keyboard while my pregnant wife is seeing a touring play with a woman I once bought a drink for.
Funny world, huh?
So she & P.Pie are having a pregnant sisters night out.
I thought about going and hanging out with Picasso and Gunslinger, but Picasso broke his painting hand and Gunslinger has pink eye, so I decided it would be best to stay home.
Anyhoo, The Beej and I have the house to ourselves – he’s lounging on the bed and I on the couch.
Alternadad likes to spend his alone time… differently.
To each his own.
Actually, I’m a little jealous of Alternadad – he’s living my life.
Well, that’s not really fair; I love my wife/twins/life and wouldn’t trade any of them for the world. But Alternadad manages to write creatively and make a living at it.
I’ll get there, just gotta keep writing.
Back to the topic – Sweet Charity.
Really, the topic is touring headliner, Molly Ringwald. Sixteen Candles, Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink & 40+ other films and TV shows Molly Ringwald.
For those of you under 20 or over 60, she’s a Brat Packer. One of eight (not to be confused with seven of nine) ‘80s teen actors that starred (although not usually together) in a string of movies that had the John Hughes’ fingerprint on them.
Like many Gen-X’ers, I grew up with her (via film, or course). You might even say I had something of a crush on her.
In the early ‘90s, I lived in LA and hung out with art school-type students in the Los Feliz/Hollywood/West LA area. One of those places was Formosa Café, a popular old school Hollywood bar/restaurant.
Long story longer, Ms. Ringwald frequented the Formosa. And, as luck would have it, she was there at the same time I was.
Remember, it was the early ‘90s.
Brat Pack movies were as dead as disco. She was living on her past glory and small bit parts in lousy TV shows.
I thought she was obtainable.
I started with the oh-so-suave ‘buy-the-girl-a-drink’ move. I approached the bartender, order myself another martini (dirty, dry, three olives) and whatever Ms. Ringwald was drinking.
This was rewarded with a smile, a raise of the glass, and a nod.
Okay, at this point my expectations were through the roof – I’d gotten eye contact and smile with teeth (not pursed lips).
Another dirty martini and several dares from the art school-types, I approached Molly Ringwald.
Molly Ringwald, the star of stage, television, and the big screen.
I got within an arm’s reach of Molly. I opened my mouth – to say something incredibly banal, I’m sure – and a ham hock landed on my shoulder. The ham hock was attached to a bald guy who was at least 6’6” and resembled a brick wall that needed a shave.
He turned me around, walked me back to my friends and said, “Ms. Ringwald appreciates the drink, but she’s busy.”
Surprisingly, the guy was really polite for hired muscle.
Everyone, including me, laughed. But deep down, I was crushed.
I really, honestly, no-shit thought I had a shot.
So here I sit, dog on the bed, fingers pecking out a personal history on the keyboard while my pregnant wife is seeing a touring play with a woman I once bought a drink for.
Funny world, huh?
posted by Rob Barron at 10:14 PM
3 Comments:
Wow- Molly with muscle? That must have been a long, long time ago.
I once went to a club down in Hollywood with some producer types and hung out in the VIP room (don't ask how), but I was drinking with Anthony Michael Hall and Scott Baio (Cha-Chi!).
Cha-Chi then went off to a corner with 3 (yes 3) very hot women. When his tongue was down their throats I passed by and said "Cha-Chi! You're definitely in Charge!". (think we were buddies after sharing a few drinks..ya'know).
I was thrown out really fast by 3 muscle dudes.
My point here is --- Don't mess with Cha-Chi!
I've heard that Chachi is quite the ladies man.
Hi - I just came across your blog and I wanted to shake your hand! Congrats on the twin pregnancy. A brief word from my husband - Hope your seat belt is on tightly - you are in for the ride of your life.
We have 2 sets of B/g twins. Ages 3 1/2 and 1 - yes, you read correctly - we have 4 under 4!
It is A LOT of work - but well worth it! Get your sleep in now while you can! Good Luck and I hope everything goes well with the rest of the pregnancy!
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