Frankie & Johnny came out in 1991, do you remember that movie? Have you ever seen it?

When this movie came to the theatres I was 17 years old. One Friday night, my dad decides to take us to see it. But he didn’t want to go to our local movie theatre, no he wanted to take us to Hollywood so we can watch it in the BEAUTIFUL Mann’s Chinese Theatre! Sweet!

We were excited to go, but my mom was not too thrilled. For one reason, she wasn’t invited. Nope. She and my dad had gotten into a little argument over his decision to drive me, my boyfriend, my 16 year old cousin and my 7 year old sister to Hollywood, on a Friday night, after he had been drinking. But growing up with seeing him getting drunk now and then we just knew to go along with what dad said/suggested to avoid any problems. So pile into the 5.0 we did.

Once we got to Hollywood, dad parked the car around the corner from the theatre in one of those attended lots and we headed to the box office to purchase our tickets. We were too early for the show so we decided to go across the street to Hamburger Hamlet and have dinner.

What started out as a lovely dinner of HUGE kick ass burgers and fries turned into an embarrassing situation. Instead of eating my dad drank throughout dinner. Oh boy. Needless to say he got drunker and louder. Eventually we got thrown out were asked to leave the restaurant.

We finally get to the theatre, get munchies because we didn’t get to finish out dinner (thanks Dad!) and settle into our seats, with the hopes that my dad will doze off during the show and sober up. No such luck.

During the previews they began advertising for the upcoming release of JFK. While the previews were on my drunk ass dad began yelling BULLSHIT! THAT’S BULLSHIT! FUCK THAT! BULLSHIT!

Guess what? We were asked to leave the theatre, too. Ugh. Luckily my dad left instead. He said he’d meet us at the car in 2 hours. Cool. We watched the movie.

After the movie was over we went to meet him at the car and he wasn’t there. We stood around on Hollywood Blvd. looking up and down the street for him and nothing. Finally we asked the parking attendant if he saw my dad. He did.

Come to find out after my dad left the theatre, he went to a liquor store and got a beer. Drank it and was walking around when a homeless guy bumped into him. What did my dad do? He started a fight with the homeless dude. Ugh. He got arrested right there on the spot.

Great. Here we are, 4 of us youngsters, the oldest one is only 20, stuck at 1:00 a.m. on Hollywood Blvd. My dad had the car keys in his pocket when he was arrested.

I had to call my mom to drive to Hollywood, in my car with the headlights not properly working, to come and pick up us and the Mustang up. Then the next day, when my dad was released from the Hollywood jail, she had to drive out there to pick his dumb ass up, too!

We’ve got a Polaroid picture, somewhere, with all of us on Hollywood Blvd. as we just got there. Looking at the picture you can see how drunk my dad was then! I just recorded Frankie & Johnny to our DVR and when I remembered the night Dad got busted in Hollywood I laughed my ass off. I can’t wait to throw it in his face remind him about it this weekend. lol