Gilmore-ganza

Robyn would like to apologize for the lack of new (legitimate) content on her blog this weekend. She spent all of Saturday and Sunday watching Season 2 of the Gilmore Girls on DVD, much to her husband’s feigned dismay and the boys at the video shop’s genuine amusement. But she was not to be deterred. Focused. Determined. Dedicated. She remained loyal and faithful to Lorelai and Rory for forty-eight solid hours. Now bring on Season 3…

What can I say? I heart the Gilmore Girls. I’m not sure what it is about them… Maybe it’s the mile-a-minute witty banter, the obscure pop culture references, the belittling of Mariah Carey and Glitter... Or perhaps it’s the familiar sisterly relationship between the mother-daughter duo or the constant will-they-or-won’t-they drama between Luke and Lorelai or even the oddly relatable parental set (who at times remind me of my in-laws!). Maybe it’s that the fictional town of Stars Hollow, Connecticut satisfies the small town lust I’ve harbored since I was a little girl growing up in sprawling suburbia. Or maybe it's just that I'm sick of the Olympics. I’m not exactly sure.

Is it the best show to ever grace the small screen? Well, I don't know if I'd go that far. I’m not even sure I’d go so far as to say it’s the best teeny-bopper drama ever brought to us by the WB/UPN/CW. (Let’s just say, I’m not ready to name my first born ‘Rory,’ though ‘Buffy’ and ‘Veronica’ are still in the mix.) But maybe it’s the fact that I know Gilmore Girls is my sister’s favorite television show ever, and watching it obsessively is yet another desperate attempt to shrink the distance between us. Sigh. Oddly enough, I feel like it’s working somehow.

But that can’t be the only reason I like it. Seriously, it’s a really good show! I mean, even Roger is getting in on the G.G. action. I would never publicly embarrass my husband by suggesting that he instigated the whole Gilmore-ganza Weekend, but he was definitely along for the ride. Of course, there was a very manly break taken yesterday afternoon for the Arsenal game and some Tri-Nations rugby, but once he was finished cheering for Arsenal, he was right back with me - cheering for Luke and Lorelai.

So, yes, that was my weekend...no brainpower left over for the blog. But now I'm back from Stars Hollow, for a little while anyway, and ready to face reality yet again.

I might need some coffee first though…anybody wanna meet me at Luke’s?