What a way to spend a morning. 4 stitches on the brow. Nightstand: 1. Eric: 0. (at Palo Alto Medical Foundation)
Two Months Ago I set out to interview the principal cast of Can’t Hardly Wait in anticipation of the 15th anniversary of the film. One of my favorites growing up, I couldn’t stop watching it. So when the dust settled and I learned that after phone call and email to all the cast I was only getting Ethan, I was slightly disappointed but still totally psyched. I always thought of myself as a Preston (even though everyone claims I’m a Kenny). So in my mind, I was talking to my high school equivalent.
So after a few days of publicist to journalist emails and roundabouts I get an email from a [redacted] gmail account. Low and behold it’s Ethan! And he wants to chat. Like today, not tomorrow, but yesterday. (Jesus was I excited!)
So I get on the phone with him and chat about my favorite movie and began to relive 15 years of teen angst, teen comedy, drama and Hollywood life. But then he started to chat. And chat away he did. I never expected him to admit all the fun tidbits he shared. And thank god he did. My little interview for VH1 turned into something special. Ethan wasn’t Preston and Preston wasn’t real. (Sad but awesome.)
Surprisingly, the story went from HuffPo to Vulture to The Hollywood (freaking) Reporter.
And that is like… HUGE for me. So thanks, Ethan. Thank you for being Pre-stoned during the making of Can’t Hardly Wait. Even if it made me realize that I was, in fact, a Kenny.
Prestone!