Sunday, October 18, 2009

drew barrymore...

when i was around 19, a bunch of my friends and i were in some random south jersey diner in the middle of the night, when someone said, "hey, there's drew barrymore." and when i looked up, i saw this beautiful woman sitting with a bunch of her friends, staring right at me.

now, whether it was drew barrymore or not will forever be a mystery to me. because i was a wuss. a very, very large wuss. the look she gave me, whoever it was, was certainly of a "hubba, hubba" nature. and it freaked me out. so, for the remainder of my meal, painfully shy, i looked down at my plate, too terrified to give her a second glance.


and tragic on a few levels. number one-- you should have SEEN me at age 19! i was flippin' gorgeous!!! i mean, y'know, not THE best looking man in the world, but certainly not the worst. i had long hair, and was skinny as a rail. i look at pictures of me back then and i wonder what i could have been thinking, with all those insecurities. why the hell didn't anyone TELL me i was so damn good looking?!?!?!

truth be told, i think of that whole time in my life as proof of the theory, "God won't give you anything you can't handle." as well as the phrase, "youth is wasted on the wrong people." but mostly that first thing. i was a bulldog trapped inside the mindset of a frightened poodle. and i think of it as God's way of protecting me from my own ego.

but, anyway, back to drew. i just saw her on 60 minutes tonite. and just saw 'whip it' this weekend, her directorial debut. wasn't exactly 'casablanca' but i really liked it. it was fun. and it seemed like everyone had a great time making it, which seems to suit her.

and that's tragedy number two, really. drew barrymore just seems so damn cool.

i dunno, probably wasn't her in that diner. and, honestly, it's not the worst thing that's ever happened to me. not a real tragedy, i know.

and, maybe it makes for a more dramatic story, at the end of the day: the mystery of who that beautiful woman truly was. the romance of never finding out her identity... as opposed to me walking over to introduce myself only to find out that she was staring at some overweight, bald guy, who was sitting at a booth behind me the entire time.

"excuse me, but could you get out of the way, please? you're blocking my view of that enchanting man with the potbelly... he reminds me of e.t."

yeah. that would have been worse.

but, still.



okay, that's it. here's a promise i'm making to you tonite, in honor of the lovely drew barrymore: the next time i'm at a random diner in the middle of the night and i see a beautiful young hollywood starlet giving me the hubba hubba eyes? i'm goin' over there and saying hello.


the five things i fell in love with today...

1) living life without regrets!!!
2) fiber one bars.
3) bob dylan.
4) ellen page.
5) yes, she is lovely. drew barrymore.

song of the day...
"mysterious ways" by U2

movie of the day...
"the wedding singer" --could i have chosen any other film??? this is one of the best romantic comedies of alltime, and i'll fight anyone who says different.

1 comment:

  1. I'll vouch. Ryan was a handsome 19 year old. That's why we were friends -- I hoped some of it would rub off on me. Turns out it's not communicable, though. Homely, however, is.

    Sorry about that, R.