Sweet Things

We had take-out pizza for dinner last night. Because the Gilmore girls loved pizza. And I baked a store-bought apple pie for dessert because a) the Gilmore girls loved pie and 2) Lorelei never cooks.

Now I'm having apple pie for breakfast. With coffee. The Gilmore girls sure did love their coffee.

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During dinner last night The Child was telling us that she had this fantasy that Uncle JP was going to show up at our door just in time to watch the finale of "Gilmore girls" with us.

Then there was a knock on the door. You should have seen her face.

It wasn't Uncle JP. It was some woman and her kid. The kid had found my wallet outside the pizza place. Everything was still in my wallet.

Apparently the kid found it and took it home and told his mom to call the police. Mom told him that wouldn't be necessary and just looked for my ID. When she realized that we just lived a street over they brought it to me. Could have called and had me come, but no, took it on herself to make the delivery. And the kid refused to accept a reward. I did, however, praise him mightily for his integrity. His mom beamed and he did that awkward "aw shucks" shuffle that pre-teens are wont to do.

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When the "Gilmore girls" theme started, The Child and I began to sing along. And then we started crying. And we cried all the way through the song. (Laugh and I'll hurt you).

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After the show ended The Spouse found me in the kitchen and he gave me a big hug. And he didn't laugh at me.

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15 minutes after the show ended JP called. It was after 11 his time and because Central Time shows are actually 3 hours ahead of Pacific Time, he'd had to wait forever to call me. But he did. And the commiseration was good. Of course, we also realized that with "Gilmore girls" gone we have nothing to hold our relationship together. We're so over.

Kidding.

We still have the 80s.

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Was the ending what I wanted? No. But it was ok. Considering everything, they did what they could. It wasn't lame. It ended sweetly enough, right where it began. Rory got a job, reporting from the campaign trail with Barack Obama. Plus she met Christian Amanpour, who she idolizes. Luke and Lorelei are going to be together, even though we didn't really get the satisfaction there that we deserved. It was just one long goodbye and now it's over.

I'm wearing black. I'll try and pick up the shattered pieces of my existence and move on. I won't bother you with it again.

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JP already played this last week but I don't care. One more for the road:

It's My Blog and I'll Cry if I Want To

"Gilmore girls" ends tonight. My favorite show ever (besides "Battlestar Galactica"). I am very sad. I'm sad for all the reasons I mentioned the other day. All good shows come to an end. But this one didn't have the plug pulled until just a few weeks ago. Up until that time there was still a shot. And the fans wanted another season. According to JP, Lauren Graham was the one who pulled the plug, saying that the story had been told and there was no where else to go with it. I couldn't disagree more but then, I haven't been working on a series for seven years. I don't really want to be subjected to a final lame season which is missing it's heart because the star and producer is done, even though I can think of at least 3 story lines that deserve more of a conclusion than I think they can give me tonight.

I am sad. The spring sunshine mocks my pain. It should be raining. Two women just walked by with their dogs and strollers, callously laughing at a joke. Don't they know? Don't they care? Wars rage, disease and famine march across Africa, idiots run the government and yet, on Tuesday night at 8pm I could sit down and for one hour be transported to a wacky little town in Connecticut and lose myself in the life and loves of the Gilmore girls. It was one of the funniest, best written shows on television and I am going to miss it. (Doesn't help that the new season of "Battlestar" is still seven months away).

Sure, I can collect all the seasons on DVD (which I plan on doing) and watch it whenever I want. But we all know that's not the same. It's an adage in the industry that where you leave a movie (or television show) is supposed to give you a sense of where the characters go after the ending. In other words, Sam is still running his bar in Boston. Bob is a psychiatrist in Chicago who once dreamed of owning an inn in Vermont (or wherever). Jerry and his friends, well, I guess they're still in jail. Paul and Jamie had their ups and downs but their marriage endured and their kid grew up to be a film-maker like her dad. Hawkeye survived the Korean conflict, BJ went back to Mill Valley with Peg and Erin. Will and Grace's kids grew up to marry each other.

But the girls? I don't know. Are their dreams going to come true? Is Lorelie going to end up with Luke, as she should? Will they get married and make another Gilmore girl?

People, I'm not kidding you when I tell you that this all makes me very sad. I don't even care if you think admitting this demonstrates a complete lack of perspective. I loved this show and it's going away and there will be weeping. Oh, yes, there will be weeping.

But first we dance. Found this little clip today and it made me smile in spite of myself. (Sorry, Rosemary-say 'hi' to the gerbils for me).