Some of you may be surprised by the contents of this post, so hold on to your seats. That will be my only disclaimer, and there won't be any apologies either.
Last night signified the end of an era. It was an era of witter banter and sharp come-backs, of vats of coffee and all-too-real relationship rollercoasters, of small town eccentrics and the struggle to figure out just who you really are. Last night, the final episode of Gilmore Girls aired. And it was good.
After seven seasons, it was time to go. Rory is all grown up now and about to embark on a life of her own (which, at 23, is about damn time). Lorelai might finally be able to work things out with Luke. The grandparents have mellowed as much as they possibly can. Christiane Amanpour even made an appearance. What else could there possibly be? Well, a cameo from Jess (Milo Ventimiglia) would have been nice, but I understand he's pretty busy with that other show. :)
I won't discuss the details of the episode for those of you who have yet to see it and would like to. All I can say is that I'm not really sure what to do with my Tuesday evenings now, although I'm sure I'll think of something. I think it will be a long time before we see another show that can come close to capturing some of the elements that the Girls accomplished.
I also have an overwhelming urge to begin a Friday Night Dinner Club campaign across the nation. The Gilmore tradition of movie marathons with pizza and junk food pig-outs would probably kill me, so Friday night dinners are probably a better (and safer) idea. Is anyone with me?
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