Ok. Here's the thing. My nana watched us, all of us, every day forEVER when we were kids (but if a man in a suit ever came by, or a lady with a clipboard, we were all just coincidentally wound up at Nana's house at the same time....shhhhhh.....).This is in fact where I picked up reading I believe. My nana is a notorious reader! She loves mystery- King, Koontz, all of them, and all of the Anne Rice novels. The best part?
She would let me read them! At the ripe old age of like, 7, but whatever...
She would hide all the juicy books under her bed (The Joy of Sex anyone? I read it at like 9), with her big bag of chocolate chips, both of which I freely helped myself to.
This was where I watched, and re-watched, and re-watched, The Lost Boys.
But, alas! I must have the raddest nana ever, because apparently I am the ONLY person on the entire freaking PLANET that has seen this movie!
Cory thinks that I have just plain made it up.
The rest just kind of stare at me. Blankly.
Hello?! EMILIO ESTEVEZ IS LIKE 2 YEARS OLD IN IT!
The joker? The Pepsi machine straight shot to the balls?! THE STEAM ROLLER?!
Damn Santa clearly has not ever heard of it either because it wasn't in my stocking.