|A view of the charming Smith household at 5135 Kensington Avenue.|
Welcome to another edition of Fantasyland! where I dream up ideal scenarios for the classic film fan and insert myself into the daydream. I'm warning you now, if you haven't seen Meet Me In St. Louis (1944) - and really, who hasn't? - you won't understand a single word I'm about to say. If I lived next door to the Smith family at 5133 Kensington Avenue ...
- Esther Smith (Judy Garland) would be singing about the GIRL next door (namely me),
- I'd periodically go 'round to the Smith house, call on Tootie (Margaret O'Brien), wait till she was standing in front of me and then give her a great big shove (because, if I'm honest, sometimes she annoys me),
- I'd get a part-time job helping the milkman deliver milk on the milk wagon,
- I'd save all my nickles from said part-time job to buy Esther a new nightgown because who knows how much ice cream Tootie spilled on Esther's good lace one,
- I'd look into every nook and cranny of my home and hope to find a secret passage somewhere - anywhere! There's bound to be at least one in a Victorian house of that caliber,
- I'd smuggle a bottle of tequila onto that there trolley and get Esther and the gang totally raging drunk - then I'd sheepishly offer to clean up the mess of vomit everywhere on-board (have you seen the way that trolley moves?! It's liable to make anyone queasy),
- after a hard morning's work on the milk wagon, I'd pop into the Smith house for a lively sing-song 'round the piano with Esther and Rose (Lucille Bremer),
- in the winter I'd help Tootie and Agnes (Joan Carroll) build snowmen in the backyard (and if Tootie threatened to destroy them in a fit of rage, I'd throw a snowball at her),
- I'd corner Mama Smith (Mary Astor) and force her to answer the following question: is she at all familiar with the stuff that dreams are made of?,
- I'd be the judge of how good the Smith family's tomato sauce really is because I'm Italian and we know about things like that, and lastly,
- I'd want to dance with all the shy, nerdy guys at the Christmas ball because that's how I roll.
Now it's your turn! Tell me what your life would be like if you lived on Kensington Avenue in the comments section below!