In high school, I kept this photo of The Kids in the Hall's Dave Foley in my locker. It was a Xerox copy of a photo from an old Rolling Stone that I had borrowed from the library.
The wonders of pre-Web (at least for me) fanaticism -- a time when, if you wanted to get a picture from a two-year old magazine, you had to do a bit of work.
This was during the 1993-1994 season, a wonderful time when the show was on Comedy Central, HBO and CBS.
While all my friends were lusting over Brad Pitt (who I could never, nor will ever find attractive), I was obsessing over some short guy with beady eyes who liked to cross-dress.
To each his own, I guess.
I'll proudly admit my Dave Foley crush to anyone.
The prior-to-Dave-Foley crush is a little bit more embarrassing:
Mike Myers
I kid you not, I kept a Mike Myers scrapbook. I collected photos and articles around the time of So I Married an Axe Murderer, the movie where I thought he looked his absolute "best." I even had the soundtrack, which with Suede, Big Audio Dynamite and The La's wasn't half bad. But don't get me started on that damn Spin Doctors song.
Oh, and I memorized that "beat" poem he performed in the cafe in the movie.
I still remember most of it.
Okay, on a scale of 1 to 10, does this make me a google-plus-one dork?
And I knew all sorts of weird facts about his life -- like how he met his wife, Robin, at a bar across the street from Second City in Toronto.
Let me just tell you that by the time Dave Foley and The Kids in the Hall entered my life, I was ready to move to Canada and set up residence near a comedy club. I couldn't imagine an easier way to meet my dream man.
After that, for the longest time, I wanted to be a Canadian comedian.
The dreams of a teenage girl.
