Hello Angel (Finally!)

If you're gay or were alive in the late 70's, chances are you spent your Wednesday nights in front of the television glued to Charlie's Angels, the critically acclaimed female empowerment show about three little girls who went to the police academy until a mysterious guy with a speaker phone hired them based on their looks, gave them tight clothes and guns and called them detectives.  It seems like just yesterday that I was striking the Charlie's Angels pose in my Jill Munroe wig ("It was yesterday" - you) but here we are celebrating the show's fourtieth anniversary with Cheryl Ladd, which seems odd considering I'm only 35 (ahem!). 

Editor's note: This is the second time I've tried to take a photo with Cheryl Ladd.  The first time, a few months ago, she was swarmed by professional autograph sellers who scared the living shit out of her and her entourage, forcing them to exit Rockefeller Center through a side exit and request a chain of security to hold back the crowd at Fox studios.  Yesterday, my friend and I arrived in plenty of time for her arrival, only to be told that she would take pictures "on the way out".....two hours later, making it easier to solve the case of the week than to get this picture!