If you're a fan of the Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson classic,Wedding Crashers, you're familiar with Dwight Yoakam hurling this accusatory statement across the table at Rebecca DeMornay during their character's divorce proceedings. This line has become a staple in the Bear Allen household. Every time someone opens an aspirin or vitamin bottle, you'll hear "Go comatose for me, baby!" ring out through the house (well, you might hear "Comatose for me, baby" instead, as there was a discussion that spanned months, explaining to Husband that comatose is not a verb. He maintains that it can be. But the man also insists that pasta is a vegetable. He obviously can't be trusted.)
Let's relive that magical moment!
[note: this clip, as with the rest of the movie, is NOT G-rated. Avert your eyes, kiddies!]
Ahh... there's the good stuff! Anyway, this whole tangent is my long-winded way of saying that our next book is Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann. When you think of this book, you think of dollies, benzies, goofballs and whatever weird-ass names old-school drug addicts affectionately called the contents of their medicine cabinet. I've wanted to read this book for years... I love stories about drugs and drug addicts with all my heart. And I know Valley of the Dolls will deliver the goods!