Once more, with feeling

PHOTO: daydreaming

My weekend read like Rory’s rejection letter from the NY Times.

Dear Emily,

We regret to inform you that it’s all over. Your wonderfully witty year of Gilmorisms and binge eating with the girlies from Stars Hollow has come to a close.

Love,

The Lorelais

(In case you’re not a Gilmore girl like me, that’s code for “I finally finished the final season of Gilmore Girls and I have no idea what to do with my life anymore.”)

I have been putting off watching the last episode of new favourite series for a while – and when I say I while, I really mean a day (keep in mind, I have been known to watch 6 episodes in a day) – because quite frankly, I didn’t think I was ready to part with Rory and Lorelai. And even after watching what might be one of my favourite episodes ever, I don’t think I ever will be ready to let go of my beloved mother-daughter duo.

Watching the final episode was like a trip gone wrong. One minute I was smiling my face off (Luke’s “I just want you to be happy!” and Lorelai’s smoochy response gave me goosebumps! Could you have asked for a better wrap up of the Luke/Lorelai affair?) and the next minute, my eyes seemed like an out-of-control faucet, leaking at the drop of a “It’s an honor to be your grandmother, Rory Gilmore.” To Gilmore-ize my thoughts for you, it was like the rollercoasters Rory and Lorelai will never get to ride together – fast, furious but oh-so awesome.

While I will admit I loved pretty much every second of my final visit to Stars Hollow, there was one moment above all that made this make-shift Gilmore (or so I wish) weak in the knees. Whoever decided to end the final episode with the girlies chatting over coffees and way-too-much food at Luke’s is a genius. Not only does it capture the essence of what it means to be a Gilmore Girl, it practically echoes the finale of the first episode of the series. I’ve read plenty of reviews that canned the girls last hurrah, and while I totally respect their opinions, I can’t imagine how could you not love this scene. It was the perfect ending to an almost perfect (here’s looking at you season 6, season 7 and Logan!) series.

With all of my crazy fangirl fantasies finally fulfilled (I know you loved that alliteration outburst), I think there’s only one question left to ask. What will I do without my jolt of witty banter and pop culture referencing riffs?

My initial thought is to just start all over again. I don’t know if re-watching the series will be quite the same as seeing it for the first time, but god knows I’ll be doing it anyways. I’ve gotten so used to the speedy sayings and the quicker-than-quick quips that other shows seem to be stuck in a brutally useless brand of slow-mo. I don’t think I’ll be losing out if I miss a couple of episodes of less-than-worthy TV for another cup of steaming hot Gilmore jokes at Luke’s.

Without the Gilmores, I don’t think my life will be as rich with useless pop culture factoids and mucked-up metaphors, and so, the only natural thing to do is soak them up once more. You know, just for good measure. I don’t know about you but I get a feeling the queens of junk food gorging and endless movie marathons would approve. J

Before I go and drown my sorrows with some chinese take-out and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, let me just ask you one thing. Is it just me or does anyone else want a Gilmore movie more than a steaming hot plate of chocolate chip pancakes at IHOP(excuse me, I just saw an irresistible ad on WGN)?! Honestly, I would do anything to see the girls on the big screen. And I don’t care if people say they’re selling out via Carrie Bradshaw and co. (Don’t get me wrong, I loved that movie, but substituting the theme song and pink tutu for a weird Fergie song? Puh-lease!), I’ll be there with bells on. Literally. Cause as Carole King so perfectly put it, where you lead, Gilmores, I will follow.

Everyone’s favourite pantalones sharing chicas are back in full force next week as the new “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants” movie hits theatres. In honour of the fabulous foursomes unique styles, the four stars of the film came to the premiere in a variety of outfits. Blake Lively looked practically goddess-like in her orange floor length gown. But in true Bridget style, Blake’s dress wasn’t too fancy. It was simple but gorgeous enough to make her and her glowing locks shine.

The rest of the girls followed Blake's lead in dressing to suit their characters' varied personalities. Alexis Bledel (Rory Gilmore’s back!) seemed to mimicking Lena’s classy and feminine style with her effortless chic little black dress. And can I just say that the girl’s eyes get more gorgeous by the second? They are just mind-blowingly fantasmo.  I always loved them in "Gilmore Girls" but in this picture they practice pop out and attack you with gorgeousness. But enough about Alexis's perplexingly perfect pupils (technically irises but whatevs, I'm far from technical). I have to say America Ferrera didn’t look too shabby herself in a bright blue number that looked like something the dramatic and out-spoken Carmen would rock in the books. When you see her look so done-up and beautious at function like this it really makes me wonder how in the world she ended up playing someone named Ugly Betty. It just seems criminal.

The only outfit that really puzzled me was Amber’s. I love the girl to death – I mean, she’s not only Joan of Arcadia but she plays my favourite sister, the cynical and punky Tibby – but really, a royal blue pantsuit? Darling, you are much too pretty to wear this. I totally respect the wanting to be comfortable, but you could have worn some nice dress pantalones and a fancy top or something. But hey, I guess you could say she was taking some notes from Tibs herself as she was the only one who really made a daring and dare I say, dangerous, fashion statement. Or maybe God just told her to do it? Either way, I have to say Amber could wear a lime green space suit and leopard crocs and still win serious brownie points in my book. She’s just that amazing.

Oh, girlies, no matter what the critics say as of next week, I will always love you and the pants. After all, pants = love. Love your pals. Love yourself. J