Sunday: 11 o'clock: 6 Days, 5 hours...
They all sit around the dining table for their breakfast; conversation flows and they each flip through their own newspaper, except in Andi's case it a magazine. Nancy excuses herself and starts clearing up the kitchen.
Andi looks over the top of his magazine "What is you guys' favourite crayon?"
"What?" they both say.
"I ate a crayon once; the yellow one, it had banana written on it...I thought it would taste like one." He goes back to reading and they stare at him for a moment, half expecting his randomness to continue.
"Hello sweet child of mine" Rory quickly turns to look behind her. She lets the piece of toast drop from her mouth and runs over.
"Mom!" they squeeze each other tightly.
"Hey Kid. Oops, can I call you that. Hey Logan" she hugs him too.
"Lorelai, please join us"
"Try and stop me" she takes the seat at the head of the table and Andi introduces himself for the first time in person.
"I didn't think you would be here until the end of the week."
She smiles smugly and wiggles her eyebrows "I know." She starts to butter some toast.
"What are you not telling me?"
"But the fun is in the not telling part."
She looks over to Andi to see him smiling too "You know! He knows!"
"Darn it Andi, we should have come up with a signal for a simultaneous evil laugh."
"Would you like some coffee, dear?" Nancy interrupts.
"Yes" Lorelai puts her hand on Nancy's arm. "Always assume yes."
"I'm going for a shower; let you guys talk some." Logan gets up, kisses Rory on the cheek and waves to the rest of them.
"Tell me or I will have Nancy put a hold on the coffee."
A knock echoes into the room. "Door is open" Nancy yells then goes back into the kitchen.
"I wonder who that could be" Lorelai mocks wonder. Rory squints at her and sees that Andi is becoming excited.
Kate and Nat run through the door way "Hello!" they group hug and then give Andi the same attention.
"Okay, seriously, what is happening?" She folds her arms across her chest.
"We are here to give you the hens of all hen dos. We will be the best hens you could ever wish for. Or something like that." She now stands to meet the girls.
"Wait, how do you guys know each other?"
"I got in touch with Andi who gave me your mother's details and we talked. She managed to get in contact with everyone and over the past two weeks, plans have been made." Rory shakes her head still trying to fathom everything.
"So, who else is in on this then?"
"Rory!" a high pitched squeak comes from the door way. Lane wears a giant smile and rocks Rory from side to side in their hug.
"Now that was the mother of all timing" Lorelai states.
"Anyone else?" Rory asks.
Lane rolls her eyes "Paris is still outside."
"Oh, I hear her now" Her words become clearer as she walks through the foyer.
"If you are going to drive like a headless maniac at least invest in a suspension, idiot!" she smiles when she sees Rory. "Rory, nice to see you."
"Ah, Paris." She sighs.
"Are you guys alone, where are all your other half's?"
"Taking care of the forts. They will be here Friday morning."
"But until then, it is just us ladies."
"And Andi"
...
Mid afternoon Rory, Paris and Lane sit outside on the patio enjoying cool drinks in the sun.
"You are the last woman standing, Gilmore. Can't say I am a not little surprised. And to Logan of all people."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well after, you know, the mishap at graduation, I'm just a little shocked he had the balls to come back with his tails between his legs."
"Wait, what, no Paris, that is what happened at all"
"Paris, could you keep your Paris comments to yourself please"
"All right sorry."
"I can't wait join you guys in the marriage club."
"How are Doyle and Zack by the way?"
"Physically he is doing well; I think he did himself a favour by marrying a Doctor. But ever since we got married it seems he wants to hurry to the children part. I mean look at Aphrodite here" she points to Lane "she knocked the kids out straight away and where's her career at?"
"Hey, was that mean? Was I just insulted?"
"Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of Procreation. Take it how you will."
"My my Paris, you haven't changed at all have you?" Rory slowly shakes her head.
"I still don't know whether to be insulted or not."
"She was also the Goddess of beauty" Rory adds.
"Then I will take it well. Thank you Paris for your inadvertent compliment." she relaxes back in her chair. "I would also like to state that my career is just fine, thank you. I brought the music shop in town, signed the papers last week."
"Lane! Why didn't you say anything?"
"I wanted it to be final and then I thought I might as well wait to see you in person." Rory hugs her.
"That is great and perfect for you"
"I know! So yea, Paris. What, own your own hospital yet, huh?" she teases.
She laughs but still rolls her eyes.
"And what about your boys?"
"Zack teaches music now. Brian insists on teaching the boys piano but we already have Steve on the drums and Kwan on the guitar. You should see them; they look adorable behind their little instruments."
"Please tell us you have pictures" Paris says sarcastically.
"And just for that" she pulls her phone out "I do"
"Awwww! So much cuteness!" Rory practically drools over the phone. "I can't wait to see them"
Lorelai comes out sipping her drink lazily through a straw "You know what this place needs...a pool." She hits the bottom of her glass "Nancy" she cries. Almost immediately she appears from the house holding a fresh pitcher. "Nancy I love you"
She chuckles "Thank you, dear."
"No I'm serious, I mean it. I might leave my husband. Have you ever considered same-sex marriage, Nancy?" she walks off wordless and laughing.
"Wait until you try her pancakes"
She gasps "Pancakes. Really? Better than Luke's?"
She shrugs "It's a close one."
"Wow."
Monday: 10 o'clock: 5 days, 6 hours...
Lorelai swallows the last part of her waffle, takes a sip of coffee and gets everyone's attention. "Day one of Rory's hen do extravaganza; first up yours truly. For you my sweet daughter I think some shopping is in order. Not that there ever needs to be a reason to shop, but your upcoming nuptials, I think, are as good as any excuse." She looks around the table, "And I highly advise you to wear flats."
...
A couple hours into their shopping day they have made good progress; each of them has collected two shopping bags each, at least. Now they are in a boutique; Andi and Kate are in the corner trying on old lady hats and making faces in the mirror, Nat and Lane are listening to Paris rant about the increase in clothing prices and Rory is in the changing rooms trying on some dresses for her to change into at the reception, her Mum standing by with her opinion ready.
She pulls the curtain back, and stands still while her Mum examines her. "Turn...hmmm no." She shakes her head "Too Marilyn Monroe."
A couple minutes later she reveals the second option. "Better?"
"That depends; is the dress code to your reception toga?"
"It's not that bad" Lane strolls past heading for the bathroom. "Lane, what do you think?"
She looks her over "I thought being a Greek goddess was my thing." She carries on her way.
She grunts and closes the curtain. Lorelai gets lost in a thought and chuckles "Can you imagine me trying to get Luke into a toga?"
The curtain whips back, "Option number three" she keeps up hope despite the previous mocking.
She laughs a little "It's so sweet of you to pick out dresses for your Grandma."
"Mom" she moans.
"Hold on a sec; Andi had the perfect hat to go with that a moment ago." Rory rolls her eyes and pulls the divide across again. "Honey, did someone steal your dress sense in San Francisco?"
...
Keeping their energies up they quickly get something to eat, but they don't stop, they walk down the street biting into their sandwiches.
"I'm going to end up with the toga dress aren't I?"
"We have plenty of time and plenty of shops."
"My feet hurt" Paris randomly shares.
Approaching opposite them is an equally dense group of people, instead of shopping bags they hold the leads tied to their dogs. The narrow path makes it difficult for them to pass smoothly and Lorelai in the middle steps over the dogs.
"Oi with the poodles already!" she and Rory laugh, but the others brush it off not getting it.
...
Six hours, twenty-seven shopping bags, fourteen exhausted feet and 3 energy drinks later they are all home. Andi, Nat, Lane and Lorelai are watching tele, an exhausted Kate has fallen asleep upstairs and Paris is off doing paperwork somewhere. Rory and Logan decide have dinner outside in the warm evening air.
Tuesday: 9 o'clock: 4 days, 7 hours.
Half the group are waiting on the street.
"Where are they? They were right behind us" Paris bursts.
"They will be here in a minute Paris." Rory defends.
"I told everyone last night and this morning not to be sloppy. Is punctuality too much to ask for these days?"
"We left at the same time; they probably got caught in a red light."
"I'm glad I took her car" Andi muffles to Rory.
"Finally" Paris breathes when their car pulls up at the kerb.
"Geez, Paris you are going to give yourself an aneurysm." Lorelai frowns closing the car door.
"Actually aneurysms are typically down to genetics or disease, not stress."
"Yes doctor" she bows in mock worship.
"Okay, what's in store for me today, Paris?"
"I'm going down the more practical route and my idea will actually be useful. You are going be a wife, and presumably a mother too; you can't feed your family on crappy processed foods, do you want your kids to be fat? You have no idea how many overweight people come through those hospital doors with weight related health issues. Consider this a gift."
"Thank you, Paris." She holds a hand to her chest.
"Wait, did she actually say what we are doing?"
"Cooking lessons, we are going to learn how to cook." She looks around to everyone "I highly doubt that none of you need it." They follow her inside.
"Can you learn to cook in just one afternoon?" Andi asks taking his place at the circular counter.
"With our skills, no." Nat takes the space next to him.
"Right, get your aprons tied and let begin." The teacher stands at the other side of the giant round counter and starts off explaining something, then tells them to follow her lead.
They don't get the hang of things, arguably at all, even Paris. They each have their mishaps.
Lorelai repeatedly stabs herself with the skewer when they make kebabs. "You finger isn't supposed to be part of the kebab, Mom."
"Thank you, because I just wasn't sure."
Nat drops her rice onto the floor when they make curries "Ahh, it's in my shoe!"
Paris almost gets into a fight with the pan when they fry chicken "Ouch! It's spitting at me"
Andi's Sushi makes an escape by throwing itself off the counter, numerous times "What! I'm not even touching it! Why is this happening?"
Lane wonders if flat can ever be too flat when they make pizzas "There's a hole in the middle of mine; can I have a less quality rolling pin?"
Kate seems to have misunderstood the pie making process "Mine's so deflated."
Rory's soup isn't too appealing "You could set a brick wall with this"
They do however excel exceptionally well when they make cocktails. "Mmmm; now that is just fine!"
...
They arrive home at just after 5.
"That was harder than all my years at Yale, combined."
They all drag their feet through the door mentally exhausted.
"Wow wow wow" Lorelai tries to gather them back when they start to scatter trough the house. "We need to try on the bridesmaids dresses one last time before the wedding." They groan. "Up up" she waves them up the stairs.
Andi unlocks the door to the room that holds all the dresses, he makes sure to keep it locked as so a curious Logan doesn't wander in 'by mistake'.
Rory feels her dress through the plastic while the girls change. "Honey, do you want to try yours on?" Lorelai comes into the room zipping her dress up at the side.
She shakes her head "I tried it at the weekend, it was fine."
"How about mine?" she twirls.
"Looking good"
She pulls the zipper up the last couple inches and sighs "That feeling when you can get the zipper all the way to the top! Alright who's up?"
Lane comes in first, she takes her place on the podium in front of the mirror and Lorelai checks her over. Kate is the last to be seen to, by now everyone else has gone back to their own quarters tired and full.
Kate seems to be a little nervous standing on the low platform. Her dress is unzipped and she chews her lip anxiously. When Lorelai tries to zip her up she becomes tense.
"Honey, relax." She puts more effort in. "It's not going up. Hold still" she puts her head closer to the zip "It's not caught on anything. Let me measure you" she fetches a measuring tape "See this is why we have last minute fittings." Kate forces a smile. "Did you fit into it last time?"
"Yeah, it was perfect."
She wraps the tape around her waist "What were you last time?"
"Errm, 26."
"Well you are at 29 now."
"I'm still boated from today." Lorelai watches her hand rub her stomach tenderly.
"3 inches?" she raises her eyebrows. They hold eye contact through the mirror, Kate give in looking to the floor but she remains silent. "I loved the cocktail that Lane made earlier, you know that greenish one. Which one did you like?"
"Errm" she can't think quick enough. "The blue one"
"I don't remember seeing a blue one, what flavour was that?"
"...Blueberry" it's not very convincing. "Please don't say anything, even my husband doesn't know yet and this weekend is about Rory and Logan, and just them."
"Mum's the word...probably should have gone with something else. Ah, consider me the Teller to your Penn." Kate laughs feeling a bit more relaxed. "Don't forget I have been through all this before, you can talk to me if you want." She rubs her back.
"Can you fix it for Saturday?" she steps down onto the carpet.
"Yes" she nods assuring.
Kate heads for the door; she turns back "Lorelai..."
"Yes Hon?"
"Thank you" she smiles and leaves.
Wednesday: 1 o'clock: 3 days, 3 hours.
Kate holds the door open to the salon and lets everyone else go in first. After Andi mentioned Rory still hadn't decided upon a hairstyle or her make up for the day, she thought she would use the time allotted for her idea wisely.
"But what are they going to do with me?"Andi pouts in the chair while four of the girls go into makeup.
"Please, what cant they do with this?" Kate holds his face by the chin and puts on a terrible accent.
"Was that supposed to be Italian?"
"I was going for a posh, rich and elegant Italian fashion designer."
"Sounded like Mario"
"Would you three like to come over?" an employee takes them over to the hair side of the shop.
"Can you do my roots please? They don't look bad, but come up terrible on camera. I don't want to be looking though the wedding photos and have the urge to cut my head out of all of them." He runs his fingers through it shaking the hair about.
By the end of the day hairstyles and makeup for both Rory and the bridesmaids have been decided upon. Rory is slightly upbeat from the she has one less thing to fret over. Andi too got his fair share; leaving with his own silver smoky eye and guy-liner to set it off.
"You know, it would be such a waste to just go home and wash this stuff off. I say we make use of it." Lorelai says when walk into the house.
"Sounds to me like you already have something planned." Rory rolls her eyes at her mother's vagueness.
"Go get your dresses on, ladies, all will be revealed." They rush up the stairs.
"You seem to forget that Andi doesn't own a dress." Rory says as they walk behind the others.
"Hmmm true...but he does have that shiny sweater."
...
They wait excitedly in the foyer for Andi to come down. Eventually he makes his entrance dolled in his metallic, or as Lorelai put it, shiny, jumper. The thick knit silver matches his eye makeup –though now, wherever there would usually be highlighter there is glitter; the corner of his eyes, brow bone and cheekbones.
"How is it you take longer than us girls?" Paris asks.
"Sweetie, fabulous takes time."
"Right" Lorelai interjects. "For tonight's agenda, over to Lane."
"Okay, I am going down the traditional hen night route, inspired by my love of music. Drinks, dancing, fun and hopefully some respectable tunes."
"Girls get your metaphorical dancing shoes on because we are hitting the clubs!" Lorelai puts a hand in the air. "And we obviously need to be accessorized properly." She pulls a little baggie into view and starts to dig around inside it. On top sits a veil, which she pulls our first, hands it to Kate who puts it onto Rory's head.
"Is the rest of my shame in that bag?" she fiddles with the veil and Lane slaps her hand away.
"No no dear, the rest of us have some in here too. Earlier this week when we were in town I noticed a sign in the window of the local printer." She pulls out a badge. "Oh yes, print your own badges. Of course the part of my brain that would allow me to pass said opportunity is missing. I have one for all of you. First up..." she reads the one in hand. "Rory"
She takes the badge and reads it "'The Bride'; appropriate."
Nat is next "'The Lightweight'; true."
Then Lane "'I need the alcohol: I have twins'; definitely true." she laughs.
And Kate "'Caution: I'm foxy!'; nice."
For Paris "'I'm a hoot really'"
"We just need to get some of that good stuff down your neck first" Rory jokes.
"And for you, you beautiful man; yours pays homage to the marvellous and vivacious Right Said Fred, wear it well." She hands it over.
"'I'm too sexy for this badge!'; I will try my best to out sexy this badge." He keeps deadpan.
She puts a hand on his shoulder "I know you will, Andi." She too keeps straight.
"And what about yours, Mom?"
"Ahh, she saves the best for last!" she pins it to her jacket and lets them read it.
"The Dancing Queen" they all say aloud.
She nods "Yes, yes; a fact almost. Extra emphasis on the The if you will." She opens the door an ushers them out. "Let this queen get to work!"
...
They bop along to the music and cheer when they are brought a tray of shots. They take one each and Lane holds hers up "I would like to make a toast." The others hold theirs up. "To Rory, my best friend, I think I speak for everyone when I say we wish you all the best for your future and luck in your marriage. But I doubt you will need that; you guys were made for each other."
They drink. Kate puts the glass to her lips and slyly lets some spill to the floor, then shoves the glass amongst the others quickly.
"I'm going to get some more" Andi drags Paris along to the bar for help.
"I wanna dance!" Nat and Rory follow Lane onto the floor, and she already seems to be feeling that shot.
"Wow. She is going to get wasted and fast. And you, well done with that shot."
Kate smiles "I miss alcohol already. How am I going to keep it up all night? Someone is bound to notice I'm not drinking."
"Don't worry, I have a qualification in cleverness of deceit and...hiding things."
Andi and Paris return with a collection of drinks; not long after the others come back and pick one. Left on the tray if a pink martini and Kate just stares at it, then looks to Lorelai. Seeing everyone else's face, she takes the drink and puts it on the table in front of her and twirls it nervously. After a long moment Lorelai starts to exaggerate her dance movements, swinging her arms about and then with a quick swing of her left arm, knocks the glass clean off the table.
Pretending to be shocked she apologizes, Kate's mouth hangs open and she tries not to laugh.
"Oh dear, let me go get you another." She steps over the mess and goes to the bar.
She comes back quite fast "Here you go; vodka and coke." She winks on the word vodka and Kate takes a sip.
They don't waste any energy; barely leaving the dance floor, all of them dancing like they had something depending on it. Paris' drunken attempt of the running man proves to be quite a crowd pleaser; her badge certainly isn't wrong. As a matter of fact she becomes quite friendly under the influence; giving everyone a sharp slap on the bum at least once throughout the night.
...
"We are going to be in so much pain tomorrow. I can already feel my headache." Rory holds a hand to her forehead walking into the kitchen.
"Which is why we didn't do it on the eve of your wedding."
"And also the reason we set my day for tomorrow!" Nat would have jumped with excitement for her day but decided to keep both her feet fixed to the floor instead.
On the island are seven glasses of water, each with two pain killers paired in front and a piece of paper that reads 'Love Logan'.
Thursday: 3 o'clock: 2 days, 1 hour.
"Ahhhh" Paris sighs as the masseuse's fingers press into her temples. All of them, except for Kate, have headaches and would have worn sunglasses all day but it would seem strange to the company. Cleverly they had them come to the house instead of having going out into direct sunlight themselves. Kate had to draw the curtains closed before anyone else would stretch a toe in the room.
"I am never getting out of this chair" Lorelai has two hands rubbing into the base of her neck and then up to behind her ears.
"I will kick you out of it myself; I'm next." Rory speaks from the manicure table.
"Hey, hey" her tone is soft and she points a finger in the direction of her voice with closed eyes. "Some of us are trying to relax here."
Nancy brings in some coffee on a tray; she takes one over to Lorelai who eagerly accepts it. "Have you considered my marriage idea any further, Nancy?"
"You wouldn't be able to handle me dear" she walks off throwing some imaginary hair over her shoulder.
She looks at her almost laughing "Nancy" she breathes in shock.
To Nat she carries the cup with the straw and holds it under the massage table where her head rests in the hole.
"Mmmm" she moans while sucking it through.
"Andi, love?" He sits lifelessly in a white face mask and with two cucumber slices on his eyes.
"Hmmm?" he remains so still it's not noticeable that the sound came from him.
"I brought you some water."
He takes a slice off and takes the glass, a straw in his too so the water and mask doesn't mix. "Thanks Nance"
Lane too sits completely motionless in her chair, her limbs are sprawled in all directions; one leg elevated for her foot massage, even her mouth is parted. Lorelai gets some amusement from her appearance eventually unable to control the little giggle she holds in her throat. "Looking a little comatose there Lane"
"I never want to walk on these feet again." There is no visual effort to her words, but her lids slowly open and she looks to the ceiling with a distant gaze in her eyes.
"Bet she's not thinking about her boys now" Nancy places her drink on the table next to her. She takes the last cup over to Kate, hers juice. "Oo what a lovely colour." She coos, referring to the nail varnish being painted onto her toes.
"What is it?" Nat asks from across the room.
"I went for a glittery silver to match the silver peep-toes for the wedding."
"I think I'm going for a fluorescent pink. Or maybe yellow" Andi says. He gets some looks, he can't see them but he seems to feel them. "What? I'm not wearing peep-toes." He shrugs.
"Well I am going for blue; for I too am wearing peep-toes." Paris joins in.
"I'm starting to wish I was wearing peep-toes now." Nat pouts.
"Is peep-toes starting to sound weird to anyone else?" Lorelai surveys.
"Yes" Lane mumbles.
Andi randomly grunts "What was that for?" Rory worries.
He sighs "I'm sitting here and I'm feeling completely relaxed, but my mind is insisting on starting to stress about all the stress I am going to be under tomorrow."
"Come on" Nat slides off the table and signals for him to take it.
"Oh dear lord" he sighs deeply once the masseuse starts burrowing into his shoulders.
"Tomorrow..." Rory trails off looking blankly.
"Tomorrow is the last day before you join us" her Mum says in a very unsettling creepy voice.
Everyone laughs; its sends a shiver down Lane's spine and Rory has to physically shake it off.
"Don't ever do that again" Paris speaks for everyone.
Friday: 12 o'clock: 1 day, 4 hours...
Andi certainly called it on being stressed today. "What are you doing? I said rows of eight! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...where is row eight?" he yells. Every once in a while he stops and takes some deep breaths; it's the only thing that stops him from snapping his clipboard in half.
"That is some tough lovin'" Lorelai chomps on some dry cereal; she and Rory watch him from the dining room.
"Poor thing"
Paris enters dragging her feet along the floor, her hair tousled and she wears sunglasses. "I can hear him on the third floor."
"I've never seen him like this."
"He is fierce" she snaps her fingers and does a little pout.
"Wow, Mom, you actually pulled that off."
"Thank you. Paris, why are you wearing those?"
"My head still hurts."
"She did drink a lot" she steals a handful of cereal from her mother's bowl.
Andi's voice travels up the garden again "No no no; put the table cloths on tomorrow, they will have blown off by morning otherwise."
"I kinda feel sorry for him."
"Yes, but it is very entertaining."
"All I ask for is a little cooperation." He now stands in the doorway. He huffs and gently runs a hand over his hair to make sure it still has its height. "Paris you're scary; come help me."
"She hung-over"
"Oh Paris, please." He puts his hands together and begs with his eyes.
"Fine." She gets up and walks into the garden, stopping for a moment to adjust to the light. "Go get me some aspirin." He runs into the kitchen to find some.
She removes the glasses so they can see her mean face "Ooo, this is about to get even better!" they stop chewing in anticipation.
"Hey you! Yes I'm point to you beer belly and toupee. Is your job description to sit around and do jack?" Andi comes running past, his clipboard tucked under his arm. Paris knocks them back quickly. "Who's next?" she asks him.
He looks around and points to a man standing by the side of the house smoking. "He apparently is on a thirty minute smoke break."
She walks closer "Come on power puff" she claps twice. "Unless that smoke is powering you like steam would to a steam train, how about you put your fingers towards the work we are paying you for?" He puts it out and slowly makes his way over to his area of work. "You know if you weren't smoking so many you would probably be able to move quicker." He gives her a look and she smiles sarcastically.
"Thanks Paris."
She rotates her head warming her neck up and rolls her shoulders, "No problem, I haven't done it this far in too long; feels good. Hmmm, so many people, where to start?" She goes off in search of her next victims. Andi walks back towards the house fanning himself with the clipboard taking the moment to calm himself again.
"God bless that woman!"
"The boys are here!" Kate quickly pops her head through the door way to inform them then runs off to see them.
Everyone embraces their other half in a long hug. Rory immediately hogs Steve and Kwan in a cuddle before giving any attention to the grown men.
"Umm, where's Paris?" Doyle stands awkwardly.
"She's yelling at some people."
"Oh" he reacts as if it's nothing unusual, which it isn't.
"I'll take you." Andi guides him out. "Oh and please don't let those boys outside, I beg you."
"Hey Luke" Rory hugs him.
"Hey Rory"
She goes to Zack next. "Thanks for having us."
"Of course."
A couple hours later Rory, Lane and Kate sit playing with the boys in one of the lounges, after catch-up time with their boys, Logan took them out for an afternoon drink, mostly to get away from a shrieking Andi.
"You're really good with them, Kate." Lane observes.
"When are you and Perry going to start having some?"
"When are you and Logan going to start?"
"I think it's still too soon for that."
"But you do want them, right?"
"We haven't really talked about it?"
"Well, from my experience it doesn't matter if you talk about it or not, they come when they want."
"Yes, but" she picks up Steve and squeezes him "such a beautiful accident."
Paris walks past the widow outside yelling at someone. Andi comes in and throws himself on the sofa. "Ouch" he pulls a toy train out from under his back and drops it onto the floor.
"Hey, why aren't you outside making my wedding perfect?"
"She has taken over. The woman is a dictator!"
"Comes in handy sometimes though."
"At least you can take a break now. Andi?" she looks over to see he has fallen asleep.
Paris stomps in and holds her hand out on the scene before her "I hope he is clocking this as his lunch break. Honestly, are you paying him to sleep?" she storms over and snatches the clipboard from his hand. He startles awake and follows her outside complaining.
...
After she serves dinner for them all, Nancy spends the rest of the evening upstairs and puts the boys to bed for Lane. They have a laugh and make jokes about how marriage will ruin them, etc.
The men, now including Colin and Finn take Logan out, not that Rory dared to ask where.
"This is your last night being a Gilmore." They sit around the TV surrounded by junk food.
"I'm having the hyphen"
"Still it's not totally the same."
"Are any of you married folk going to give me some advice?" no one says anything; they just look between each other hoping for someone else to speak. "Anyone? No one has anything to contribute."
"Every marriage is different?" Lorelai says it unsurely.
"Oooh! Don't trip down the aisle. That's an important one."
"Thanks Nat."
"No problem" she smiles glad she has chipped in.
She looks around to all her friends, all whom appear to be thinking hard by their scrunched up expressions. "The people I surround myself with." She shakes her head.
"I would definitely suggest learning to cook well."
"Excuse me, I think I fixed that." Paris pipes up.
"You have been living together for a while, I think you know to check the toilet seat by now."
"None of us can really cook, clean or do any of the other typical wifey things. I don't really know what we can say."
"You two are going to be fine."
"Yeah, you've done great up to now; you haven't killed each other yet."
"You know Logan better than anyone; you know how to treat him and all that. I can't exactly give you advice on something that will only work on Perry. Sponge cake, he really loves sponge cake; picks him out of a mood like that." She snaps her fingers.
"Music helps Zack; sometimes he just needs to play something, then when he comes back he will talk."
"Tate always goes out and 'works on the car', whatever that means. I think he just lies underneath it."
"To be honest, I think Doyle is the wife in our relationship."
"See, you guys did help."
They go up to bed for midnight. Rory pulls them into a long group hug before they go into their rooms. When she goes to walk away Lorelai is held back by Rory gripping her arm. She pulls her into another hug.
"Would Luke mind if you slept with me tonight?"
She brushes her hair back behind her ears and looks into her eyes for a moment. "No." She shakes her head slightly.
"Good night, Miss Gilmore." She whispers as they fall asleep.
A/N: Ahh, it's hard to write a conversation involving so many people! Hope you like, this was definitely a girl chapter! Thanks for reading =)