By Stew Pid
Rating: Should be okay
Disclaimer: I only own the Stew Pid stuff
Lorelai brings some cleaning materials to the chuppah.
Huh. How's Gilbert doing today? Aw. You look sad. Haven't been the same since your head came off, have you? Yeah, I guess that's the sort of thing you never really recover from. Well, I have to clean you, but I promise I won't knock off your head.
She starts to dust the wood with a rag.
Hmm. This is just so beautiful. It looks even more beautiful now that it's older, has seen a lot, survived its first injury, saw its first marriage. First. Huh. Well, I'm glad someone got to use you already. Don't get me wrong, Gilbert, you're the best house decoration I have, but you were meant for bigger things. At least one of us was, anyway.
What am I saying? I sound like one of those old Victorian women—hey, I don't even have to go that far back, my mother's DAR friends, sitting at tea time discussing the most eligible young bachelors. Yes, because marriage is the biggest thing that could possibly happen for a little ol' woman. Yeah right. My biggest thing already happened. I had Rory. I'll always have Rory. And I have a home and friends that I love. That's not a small thing. So what I'm over thirty and never married? Marriage is overrated. I mean, the Sookies and Jacksons of the world can get married and live happily ever after, but those are the few.
Look how you're looking at me. You're not buying it, are you? Yeah. Didn't believe it much myself. I don't know what I believe. I know I didn't want to wake up every morning of my life to Max, but that doesn't mean I want to wake up every morning of my life to just Lorelai. Luke can deal with that, but you remember what happened when Rory went to Washington. I'm still coming off that Windex high. I don't know what it is about being alone that makes me want to clean. So I guess you know I'm lonely right now, otherwise I wouldn't be threatening you with this Pledge. I don't know, Gilbert. Let's just say I'd like to use you myself someday. Someday.
Is it realistic, though? I mean, let's look at my track record here now. Max and I just didn't click. Chris and I…we clicked, but the timing was always all off. By the time he was ready to grow up, I wasn't the one around. It was Sherry. Then things weren't going well with Sherry and…well, I told you the story. Maybe Luke's right. I mean, the chances of two people evolving at the same rate so as to maintain the chemistry, connection, relationship between them are very slim…
Wait. Don't tell me I'm listening to Luke's theory on marriage. Luke would put DeBeers out of business. You know, I sometimes wonder if he believes it himself. I mean, why would he spend so much time and energy making a chuppah like this if he did? Well, he bends I guess. Like how he gives me coffee and super-chocolate-y brownies even though it goes against his nutritional beliefs. He puts up with my crap and he doesn't try to change me. That's why we work.
God, what have I been talking about? I guess I just wigged on you, Gilbert babe. But really, I have Rory, and Sookie and Jackson, and Luke, and Stars Hollow. That's enough. If one day I meet someone I might want to stand under you with, well that will be someday. But for now, this is my life, and you know, I wouldn't have it any other way.