5.05.2004
Gloria
This is a list of teen idols that once covered my bedroom walls
(in no particular order):
Ralph Macchio
John Stamos
Duran Duran
Ralph Macchio
James Dean
The Outsiders
Greg Evigan
Matt Dillon
Menudo
...and Ralph Macchio
[Judd Nelson never made it...I was afraid his nostrils would upset the balance.]
But behind this cool brood of stallions was another secret list:
Christy McNichol
Nancy McKeon
Jodi Foster
Phoebe Cates
Ally Sheedy
Gabriella Sabitini
And there was Laura Branigan.
Whenever my family would take weekend roadtrips, I’d keep an eye out for The Lucky One. You see contrary to what you may think, growing up on an island in the middle of the pacific means you have a limited number of opportunities to see your favorite celebrity in person: private beach, hotel lobby, Budget rental car. And at 12 years old, I could only hope for the latter. So as hormones would have it, I’d spend the half hour ride to Lihue peering out the back of our Toyota minivan. With my hands shielding my eyes from the midday sun, I’d scan the "busy" two-lane highway looking for Laura Branigan in a red mustang convertible. This is how it would play out: She'd be cruising along (alone, of course), conveniently trailing our silver super wagon, sporting her designer shades and running her fingers through her long, dark, flowing hair. I'd tear out a piece of folder paper from my Trapperkeeper and begin writing G-L-O-R-I-A in large bold (but mature) letters. I’d flip this message over onto the glass and point to it. Of course, she’d be drawn to my impressive penmanship and wave back, delighted by my creative communiqué. I’d flip the wide-ruled paper over and continue our conversation with other favorite song titles to which she would smile, nod, and give an enthusiastic “Thumbs up!”. But before our exchange could evolve into a slumber party, I’d inevitably hear my dad proclaim “WE’RE HERE” and the red mustang, along with Laura, would suddenly get lost amongst a fleet of red and white mustang convertibles. Now, although our exchange was brief, she’d totally remember my name and mailing address (even though I never wrote it down) and invite me to a special concert for only her closest friends.
Yup, that’s how it would play out.
Fur sure.
(in no particular order):
Ralph Macchio
John Stamos
Duran Duran
Ralph Macchio
James Dean
The Outsiders
Greg Evigan
Matt Dillon
Menudo
...and Ralph Macchio
[Judd Nelson never made it...I was afraid his nostrils would upset the balance.]
But behind this cool brood of stallions was another secret list:
Christy McNichol
Nancy McKeon
Jodi Foster
Phoebe Cates
Ally Sheedy
Gabriella Sabitini
And there was Laura Branigan.
Whenever my family would take weekend roadtrips, I’d keep an eye out for The Lucky One. You see contrary to what you may think, growing up on an island in the middle of the pacific means you have a limited number of opportunities to see your favorite celebrity in person: private beach, hotel lobby, Budget rental car. And at 12 years old, I could only hope for the latter. So as hormones would have it, I’d spend the half hour ride to Lihue peering out the back of our Toyota minivan. With my hands shielding my eyes from the midday sun, I’d scan the "busy" two-lane highway looking for Laura Branigan in a red mustang convertible. This is how it would play out: She'd be cruising along (alone, of course), conveniently trailing our silver super wagon, sporting her designer shades and running her fingers through her long, dark, flowing hair. I'd tear out a piece of folder paper from my Trapperkeeper and begin writing G-L-O-R-I-A in large bold (but mature) letters. I’d flip this message over onto the glass and point to it. Of course, she’d be drawn to my impressive penmanship and wave back, delighted by my creative communiqué. I’d flip the wide-ruled paper over and continue our conversation with other favorite song titles to which she would smile, nod, and give an enthusiastic “Thumbs up!”. But before our exchange could evolve into a slumber party, I’d inevitably hear my dad proclaim “WE’RE HERE” and the red mustang, along with Laura, would suddenly get lost amongst a fleet of red and white mustang convertibles. Now, although our exchange was brief, she’d totally remember my name and mailing address (even though I never wrote it down) and invite me to a special concert for only her closest friends.
Yup, that’s how it would play out.
Fur sure.
