I was sad this morning to learn that writer/director John Hughes passed away yesterday.
At the young age of 34, I spent my tween years watching every John Hughes film over a gazillion times. To this day if "Pretty in Pink" is on, I will stop everything to watch. I have all his films practically memorized, as I am sure most of you do.
In fact, as a pledge in Chi-O, during Chapter, we had to stand up and do a silly pledge talent for our pledge class. Guess what mine was?
"Uh, he's sick. You see my best friends sisters brothers girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who's going with this girl that saw Ferris pass out at thirty one flavors last night. I guess it's pretty serious"
"Thank you, Samone."
"Oh, no problem whatsoever."
I didn't have to look that up people, that is all locked tight in my brain and has been for about 25 years. No lie. And what makes it even more special is that I can say it super duper fast, just like the girl in the movie.
I am a fireball of talent I tell ya'.
What is even worse about John Hughes death is that he was only 59. So sad. But this brings on another set of problems in Cocoland.
My dad is 59. So guess who may have to up her Zoloft dosage for a few weeks before I get over the freaky fear that my dad is going to die? I am going to be talking myself down for a few days. Uhhhhh, sucks having control issues!!!!
On another note, did anyone really think Molly Ringwald dressed cute in "Pretty in Pink?" Even as a 6th grader, I was pretty certain she was a terrible dresser and was very disappointed with her prom dress creation.
Frankly, I wanted to look like the bitchy blonde in the blue puffy dress.