After a glass of wine and a yummy meal out, I suddenly have nothing to write about. Funny, how that happens. Only two small, somewhat related things come to mind:
I had another celebrity sighting yesterday. Woohoo. I saw Sam (Talbot) from Top Chef Season Two, walking up University Place, looking tallish and bald. He'd shaven his head, like so many contestants that season. (Hair is an easy way to express oneself, and that was a particularly expressive bunch). Sam was sauntering by himself, talking on the phone.
That makes five or so celebrities I've seen in my ten-plus years here? Of course, I exaggerate, and I'll have to get an accurate count. For whatever reason, celebs seem to scamper away when they see me coming.
Speaking of celebs, Mark and I watched part of Sixteen Candles tonight. I've never watched it all the way through (yes, my childhood was that sheltered) and I can't figure out why it was such a hit.
Anyway, I got to wondering whatever happened to Molly Ringwald.
The first thing I did was to Google her, and lo and behold, not much has happened to Molly since the 80s, except poor judgement. She turned down lead roles for what turned out to be successful movies like Blue Velvet, Pretty Woman and Ghost.
Coincidentally, her birthday's next Monday, and she's turning 40. How crazy is that?
I am shocked. I'm sure Molly's more shocked than I am.