Y’all know that I spent part of my evening last night watching Grease, You’re the One that I Want. I’m not sure that it lived up to my expectations, but in my vast reality show watching experience, these shows tend to get better as the contestants get narrowed down.
For now, let me just say that there isn’t really a man alive who looks good in black jeans. It’s a hard look to pull off, even when you’re trying out for the role of Danny Zuko. But if you’re a male who is old enough to qualify for a Medicare Part D program and get the senior discount at Denny’s, then your days of wearing black jeans while singing Summer Lovin’ are over. That ship has sailed.
As for the Sandys in the group, as of now my favorite is the cute brunette with the cute little name like Jilly or Keely or something like that. Maybe it’s because I’d just once like to see one of my kindred brunette sisters get recognized as Sandy. It would be redemption for those years when Libba Fletcher told me I couldn’t possibly be Sandy because I had brown hair.
But I’m totally over it.
Of course if I had known that there was no age limit and if I could actually sing and/or dance, I would have flown out to L.A. to tryout. One huge factor that might have worked in my favor is that P actually ate dinner with Billy Bush about two years ago and while they didn’t become lifelong friends, Billy Bush did tell him at the end of dinner that he was a cool, (insert f word + ing) guy.
I’m just saying as the wife of that guy, it could have been my ticket to fame…or at least a chance to embarrass myself on national television.