Yesterday marked the 20th anniversary of the day “Pretty Woman” was released in theaters. I remember sneaking in The Mayflower, a rundown movie theater in Troy, Ohio, to see the R-rated film. It sounds hokey to say, but I fell in love with the movie (and Julia Roberts) to the point that I memorized the entire script and wallpapered my bedroom in everything pertaining to the film. I remember spouting quote after quote on the bus to our away volleyball games. People were impressed, although somewhat concerned. I remember screening the film for my church youth group and had to mute the curse words and fast-forward the sex scenes by VCR remote.
Even to this day, a line from the film will randomly pop in my head, and when I say something like, “This ain’t a buffet, Kit,” people just stop and stare. Cheers to “Pretty Woman,” let’s toast some champaign, with strawberries, of course. It brings out the flavor.