Speaking of records, I had the "Annie" soundtrack when I was a wee punk.
I don't think I'd seen the movie at that point, but I owned the record. It was mine, and I loved it, then loved it again and even more once I had seen the movie.
Speaking of "Annie," my younger sister (I have five younger sisters) posts this as her Facebook status yesterday:
"Your never fully dressed without a SMILE!!!!! :)"
... That's a direct quote. Ahem.
So, I, being who I am, must quote back another line from "Annie," and, in order to do so properly, make sure to check the lyrics online first. Checking lyrics reminds me how much I loved this movie twenty-five years ago. This reminder sends me to Youtube. Youtube teases me with clips. Which leads us here, now, at this moment.
You know the delight -- and sometimes horror -- of watching and listening to something as an adult that thrilled you as a child? You know the feeling of finally understanding something that eluded you all those years ago? The jokes that you didn't get? The boring plot lines that you couldn't grasp why they were so funny to other people?
Friends, Loved Ones, Internet Strangers, being an adult takes "Annie" to a whole new level. A reeeeeally good one. I get it. I catch the nuances and subtleties. The boring parts are precious. I get it.
Like this. I thought this sequence was barely tolerable as a six year old. Now? I want to dance like this. all.the.time.
Now, to be fair to my kindergarten self, my love for Tim Curry began with "Annie," and even at such a young age, I knew enough to appreciate Carol Burnett. But Bernadette Peters!
This is the last one, I swear. It's just... I get it now!
Dude, being a grown-up rocks.
