Rob Lowe... thanks for the memories

So the cover of this months Vanity Fair was brought to my attention recently.  I mean from the looks of it, there wasnt much energy needed to be put forth on my friend's part to bring it to my attention.  It reminded me of a picture I had on my little bulletin board I tore out of People magazine way back in the day.  It was a much younger Rob Lowe with a longer 80s-ish do and muscles...  Incidently he was on the beach in that picture as well I beleive. 
I was joking recently with a friend and her husband (OK, he's my friend too, but...) that she and I should read this on our upcoming girls' holiday.  It would get us away from the vampire books her husband is getting pretty tired of us reading.  AND if my memory serves me correctly there will be some politics thrown in there as well - DNC scandal and West Wing - take your pick.  It was kind of a tongue in cheek comment.  I didnt really see myself making an extra effort to go to Barnes & Noble to pick up a book on Rob Lowe by Rob Lowe - even if the book store is walking distance from my office.
BUT as fate would have it - wouldnt you know that there was a copy of the magazine at the salon when I went to get my hair cut this morning.  Usually I spend my time there talking to the Carrie that cuts my hair (when spelled out there is little confusion as to which Carrie I am speaking of but in the spoken word - that can lend to much confusion).  But I wanted something to look at to distract me.  I didnt want to talk about how much I have been on the road over the past few months.  I didnt want to talk about work.  I just wanted some distraction...  And there was Rob gazing out at me from the cover of a randomly placed Vanity Fair....  So she let me read and comment as she was colouring and cuttting (yes, went a bit more blonde in preparation for the summer).
It starts off in the first person present.  Of course you expect for an autobiography to be told in first person but in the present tense.  It wasn't Rob today refelcting back on his audition for The Outsiders.  It was written almost as it was happening.  And it was engaging. 
I am sucked in...  And pleasantly so - it reminded me of my long lost movie trivia side - it used to complement my music trivia side rather well.  And the idols of my youth - Tom Cruise before he went off the deep end....  Charlie Sheen before HE went off the deep end...  Patrick Swayze - well I guess a reference to him going off the deep end would be in bad taste.  He spoke of Francis Ford Coppola. - who I had no idea won his first Oscar as co-screenwriter of Patton.  He spoke of Francis Ford Coppola and Apocalypse Now.  He spoke of Martin Sheen.  All as he recounted The Outsiders.  A movie I think I saw for the first time on HBO as I was babysitting K&T in their infant stages.  And they all seem somewhat relevant today. 
It was a nice way to spend the morning - pampering myself and resting my brain. 
I will be going out on Netflix to see how I can get myself a copy of The Outsiders to watch - even if it is a tear jerker.  And I will go on to be one of those people that has actually never read an S.E. Hinton book.
But later this month, I will be picking up a copy of Mr. Lowe's book and carrying it with me to read on our flight to the girls' holiday.