The Deserted Island MemeI was tagged by Prunella, which is dreadful because she's a tough act to follow. Nevertheless, I must answer the question, "if you were left alone on a deserted island, which celebrity would you choose to spend time with?" Since Pru tagged me, I'm going to feel free to plagarize her a bit by not narrowing my answer down to one.
Lindsey Buckingham. Like you didn't see this coming. I'm 44 years old which means I've been in a groupie state of mind for 40, yes, that's 40 years. I started at age 4 with The Monkees (and for the record, I liked Mickey and Mike, not that pansy Davey). I've had many, many rock star fantasy boyfriends over the years, but no one has managed to knock Lindsey out of his #1 position. He just does it for me.
For the purposes of this meme, the caveat here is that he'd have to have his guitar with him on the island and several sets of spare strings.
Jon Hamm. It's time for my weekly Mad Men pitch. If you're not watching this show, you're not only missing out on some straight-up first class programming, but perhaps more importantly, you are depriving yourself of the hotness that is Jon Hamm.
I happened to catch him on Kimmel last night, and Jon's definitely the rising star in the short-lived world of my celebrity crushes. (When's the last time you heard me mention Jake Gyllenhaal? It truly is a short-lived world.) Besides having rakishly good looks, he has that other quality that I'm a sucker for... a deep smooth speaking voice. Listening to him talk is the aural equivalent of eating fine dark chocolate.
As opposed to Lindsey, here's one you probably didn't see coming... John C. McGinley, or as I like to call him, Dr. Cox. I think for the sake of the meme, I might need him to actually be in character on the island. It's Perry Cox I've got the hots for, plus, it would be good to have a physician on staff in case I come down with malaria or something. But let's face it, Johnny C. is the man who made Cox Cox. I love his swagger, I love his neurotic narcissism, I love his brains, I love his sarcasm, and I love his tough-guy-with-a-heart-of-gold routine. Oh, Dr. Cox, why can't you be real and living here in Long Beach, California?
The Professor from Gilligan's Island. Smart, charming, hard-working, makes radios out of coconuts and laboratories out of straw and bamboo, what's there not to love about The Professor? He'd be our best chance for rescue, and failing that, he'd be fun to have around for some intellectual banter. And maybe I could succeed where Ginger and Mary Ann fell short. The seduction of The Professor is still up for grabs.
So this was fun, and now I have the delicious task of tagging others. Here they are: Ffleur, Mishy, Ryan, and Norm.
I'm leaving tomorrow to visit my mother for the long weekend, and I'll be back sometime next week. Pray my cramps are gone by the time I board the airplane in the morning. I hate flying enough as it is, and the idea of running around airports changing planes (can't fly direct to where she lives) while my midsection is on fire is enough to fill my heart with darkness.