As I spin through the musical genius known as the soundtrack for Grease 2, let me divulge to you how I longed to be Stephanie Zinoni singing her heart out from the top of the ladder about her Coool Rider!
I don’t care that she sang horribly, nor that this movie was extra cheesy. It boils down to one thing. Women, or at least I, have a weakness for guys who like to go fast on big, loud machines! I don’t care how dangerous my rational self knows these machines are, my heart flutters when I hear a deep engine accompanied by a handsome driver controlling the beast.
Random revelation, right?! Well, last night my adorably studious son (more like Michael Carrington), up past his bedtime, was about to retrace his report in pen – his third draft. I asked why he didn’t write this draft in pen to begin with and he said he wanted it to be perfect so he needed it to be erasable. His drive, coupled with the 10 pm timeframe, led me to offer to retrace everything myself. I didn’t research or rewrite anything, simply filled in the pen. Know that this isn’t usual either – we have a rep to protect!
For background noise, I watched the new season premiere of The Bachelorette! Emily is a charming, warm southern belle whose first fiancé was a race car driver who was killed in a plane crash heading to a race. I won’t even touch on the Brad season, he doesn’t deserve another moment of discussion. So she’s back trying to find another true love. Of course, for dramatic flair, or the fact that he’s adorable and foreign, a racecar driver lined up to start. I thought the most “real” moments of the show shared how nervous he was to tell her his living, knowing her past, and it was sweet that she had moments where her light shone through her very well-composed exterior when she talked about her love of racing.
Of course now I’m hooked, and the Pink Lady in me wants Arie to win because of his need for speed and his big heart! I will live vicariously through her.