Happy birthday to the sexy, sensational, actress-singer-dancer and all-around diva, Ms. Ann-Margret!
I’ve had the biggest girl crush on Ann-Margret ever since I saw Bye Bye Birdie for the first time as a small kid. I wanted to be Ann-Margret. Shit, I still want to be Ann-Margret.
However, as awesome as Bye Bye Birdie is, Viva Las Vegas is my favorite. Because Elvis. And because Ann-Margret does some of the most bizarre choreography ever. And because her character, Rusty, manages to be sans pants for about 80% of the movie. Seriously. Hot pants. Swim suits. Leotards.
Whatever this ensemble is:
Tights are not pants, missy.
But anyhoo, in honor of the sauciest of all Swedish-American stars, I bring you a little libation I made up all on my own.
- Lingonberry concentrate (that’s what makes this Swedish)
- cherry bitters
Fill stem of a hollow-stemmed champagne flute with lingonberry concentrate.
In an ice-filled shaker, mix 1 jigger vodka with a few dashes of cherry bitters.
Pour the vodka over the back of a spoon to “float” over the berry concentrate. Top with seltzer if desired.
Doesn’t that look cool?
Now I’m just going to share some Ann-Margret album art, because they’re just wackadoo….
This is some Price is Right realness:
I don’t really know what’s going on here. She’s ensconced in some sort of fog-filtered chrysalis.
OK, this one is actually really good. And super-hot.
This is a sartorial puzzle. Are those gloves built into the turtleneck? I can’t imagine trying to get in and out of that thing. Especially with that hair.
This one is just flat-out insane. I can’t believe that her people signed off on this.
Happy birthday, lady! You are a delight.
P.S. For those of you who expressed concern, thankfully I haven’t been directly affected by any of the mayhem that took over Baltimore yesterday. Fingers crossed that the presence of the National Guard will scare the fuck out of the hoodlums and tonight will be relatively quiet thanks to the city-wide curfew in effect.