Okay, so this isn’t the best picture of me. But people: this isn’t ABOUT me. It’s about what—or who (or maybe that’s whom?)—I’m holding. Yes. That IS a Dylan McKay doll, my very own mini Luke Perry, circa 1992 or so. My friend Courtney gave it to me last night for Christmas. Can you EVEN BELIEVE IT?
I cannot. Mostly because—and I’m embarrassed to admit this, but it is the truth—I have never even tried to navigate Ebay, I figured something like this was just not in my future. But Courtney found it, and now it is mine and I am just so happy, as I am sure you can tell.
My first instinct was to rip the box open, then carry Dylan around with me, maybe in my purse, along with his accessories (surfer shorts and boots, in case you were interested. And how could you not be?). But my husband convinced me I had to keep him in the box so he’d retain his worth. (Like he could ever lose it, at least in my eyes.) So for now, he’ll stay wrapped.
But eventually, I may have to bust him out. I just don’t know if I can control myself. Maybe I need to figure out Ebay and look for the Kelly and Brenda ones. Then I can recreate my favorite scenes, like the one where Brenda says, “I hate you both! Never speak to me again!” Or when Dylan says, “It’s you, Kel. It’s always been you.”
All right. I’m going to calm down now. Or try to.