Kurt Russell revealed some deets about his and Goldie Hawn’s first date during an appearance on Harry Connick Jr.’s talk show, Harry. Apparently, they were getting after it when the cops caught them.
Wait, who gave Harry Connick Jr. a talk show? He’s so annoying. The only time I’ve ever liked Harry Connick Jr. was when he was menacing Sigourney Weaver in the movie Copycat, and his character had bad teeth and referred to her underwear as “squirrel covers.” That always alternately repulsed/tickled me.
Oh, right, Kurt and Goldie.
Harry asked Kurt about his first date with Goldie, and Kurt was cool with letting us know that he got lucky. Hey, it was 1984. It was a sexy time with Michael Jackson’s hair catching fire, the movie Ghostbusters, and Truman Capote dying (yes, I looked up shit that went down in 1984). Goldie took Kurt to a house that she was renovating (Kate Hudson’s annoying ass owns this house now) and that’s where the magic happened… until the LAPD showed up. Please tell me she was dressed in the thong ensemble that her Overboard character wore in the beginning. I know their first date happened before that movie came out, but this story is so much more delightful if she was.
Via Page Six:
“We eventually found our way upstairs looking at imaginary furniture and we were in the imaginary bedroom now and we are realistically having sex when the police walked in,” he recalled. “We had to break into the place to get in so the next thing I see is a flashlight and Goldie and I are like, ‘What?’ It was bizarre and weird.”
You can’t blame Goldie for getting on that. Kurt’s kind of a piece now and he was a DEFINITE piece back then. Have you ever seen Big Trouble In Little China? Not only is it one of the most ridiculous yet greatest movies ever made, but Kurt has that luscious ’80s mane and runs around in a tank top and extremely tight jeans. Rraow. My hat’s off to Goldie for landing that while also knowing that she herself was so tremendous that she didn’t require a ring. Who would leave Goldie Hawn? FOOLS, that’s who. (Of course, with the occasional rub n’ tug parlor visit aside….)