We left the book party (Biscuit, New Work Friend & I) a bit early in the night. We left because of sore feet, long days at work and hunger. And boy, did we pay the price.
We missed Molly Ringwald.
The actual, for really real Molly Ringwald. Yeah, turns out she's the main squeeze of one of the book's contributors. I relayed the news to Biscuit, who understood the tragedy of the missed connection.
"You're fucking kidding me. Would we have bumped into her and accidentally spilled drinks and all laughed and then she'd have offered to buy us replacements and then we'd have all been best friends forever more and she'd totally have let you try on the Pretty in Pink dress???"
Oh god, the Pretty in Pink Dress. And a sigh goes out across the internet. Only Biscuit could have created a scenario on par with the one going on in my own brain. You know, the one in which no one spills any drinks, but in which I meet Molly and don't say anything remotely embarassing and I get to wear the Pretty in Pink Dress? Sigh.
I missed meeting Molly Ringwald.
It's probably just as well, though. I'd probably have asked her to put on lipstick with her cleavage and been escorted from the party by security.
That is a serious bummer.
Coincidentally, I just bought the dvd last night, my favorite of the Molly Ringwald films.
Posted by: LadyCrumpet at May 5, 2004 11:45 AMI'm still more of a "Breakfast Club"-er than "PinP"-er, although I do loves me some Psychedelic Furs.
Shoulder better? An anxious Internet awaits news.
Posted by: Lex at May 5, 2004 12:25 PMThere's always next time, I guess...
Posted by: cher at May 5, 2004 12:33 PMI bet if we asked really nicely, we could have called up Jon Cryer and I could have tried on the Duckie getup. With the shoes?? You think?
Posted by: Biscuit at May 5, 2004 02:41 PMI thought that dress was the coolest the first time I saw the movie. But when I watched P in P again recently I was sort of shocked at how little it resembled the dress in my memory. It was sort of sack-ey! It's funny the things you think are cool as a kid.
Posted by: lainey at May 5, 2004 02:47 PMWhen I was a young chippie, people used to always say I looked like Molly... although, the only real resemblance was short red hair and freckles. (I've gotten other celebrity "you look likes" too, which has, I'll admit, cause a slight obsession on my part with identifying what celebrity every person looks like.)
But the point: you could say, in a way, that a Molly lookalike already regularly reads your blog & comments. It's not really the same thing at all, but I would have bought you a drink even if you had spilled stuff on me, and my "second" prom dress looked remarkably similar to the PiP one (accidentally). Plus, I would NOT have had you escorted out for the lipstick thing.
Anyway.
I completely grok your collective sigh though. I just loved Duckie's shoes.
Posted by: Kim at May 5, 2004 03:49 PM