Made the mistake of watching Gone With the Wind for the first time pregnant, at 11 pm at night, whilst my husband was away on a business trip. By 2am I was a bawling wreck. I still rewatch it, though. It’s a feat of moviemaking, right up there with Ben Hur.
Have never managed to finish the book. Without Vivien Leigh’s vivacity to distract me, the urge to slap Scarlett becomes overwhelming, and I end up throwing the book against the wall halfway through.
Yes, at 14, I thought Scarlett wonderful... now I just want to slap her flat and tell her to grow up. LOL!
My only claim to fame is having smoked hashish
in MM’s bedroom in that house on Peachtree.
At the time it was behind a chinese resturant
with a bar up stairs call the “Suzie Wong Lounge”.
Ah, the good old days.
I have never seen it.
Just sent a text message to my DamnYankee wife (the one who, while visiting my still-Southern relatives, bought me a battle-flag and learned to love grits) - I am going to see it soon.
(Tapadh leat, a'Ghraidh! Tha MORAN gaol agamsa ortsa!)