"'Cause he sounds like a drag..."
Nothing says summer like Danny & Sandy. And nothing says summer like a guy bragging he'd done way more than staying out 'til 10:00.
Yeah, I think we've all been there.
Showing some Grease love today, y'all...oh, and here's a little bit of trivia to boot: last month was the 30th anniversary of the film. Yes, I aaid 30th.
When I was a little girl I wanted to be sweet, innocent, singing-about-hand-holding Sandy. As a teenager I strutted around in pure Rizzo fashion. (Without the "defective typewriter" scare!) Now that I'm quickly approaching my mid-30's it has become painfully obvious that I'm really just Blanche...Rydell High's blundering secretary. Yep.
Happy weekend, y'all!