Since we're fantasizing, I'd hop in the WayBack Machine and find Ann-Margret circa 1966, when she still had that BYE BYE BIRDIE/VIVA LAS VEGAS/KITTEN WITH A WHIP dancer's body. Then, I'd jump forward in time to the mid-70s, circa TOMMY, and hook up with her again, when that incredible body had filled out and become downright voluptuous, and those wild eyes now had a world of experience in them. Then on to the 80s, when maturity only served to make her that much sexier. And finally, I'd visit her on the set of one of the GRUMPY OLD MEN movies and marvel at how inconceivably hot this lady stayed for four decades as we were... well, you know.
Also, I wouldn't mind traveling back to the wrap party for a Russ Meyer movie or two. Say I drop in on the last day of shooting on FASTER PUSSYCAT! KILL! KILL! and pull Haji, Lori Williams, Sue Bernard and the absolutely amazing Tura Satana aside to pay them proper tribute for the cinematic masterpiece they've just finished creating.
Also, I wouldn't mind traveling back to the wrap party for a Russ Meyer movie or two. Say I drop in on the last day of shooting on FASTER PUSSYCAT! KILL! KILL! and pull Haji, Lori Williams, Sue Bernard and the absolutely amazing Tura Satana aside to pay them proper tribute for the cinematic masterpiece they've just finished creating.