Tuesday morning came with Rory sitting at the kitchen table with various paint swatches. "Ugh!" said Rory, letting her head fall and hit the table.
"That sounds like 'more coffee'" said Lorelai walking into the kitchen, refilling Rory's up before filling her travel mug. "Having trouble with picking out the colors?"
"Yeah." said Rory. "Logan and I chose some the other day, but there's a few I still can't decide on. Like the kitchen...or the downstairs bathroom...or the master bedroom...or my office."
"Well, I got to get to the inn...but how about this? You swing by for lunch and I can help you." said Lorelai. "And if all else fails, we can hang them outside on a tree and throw darts at them." Lorelai laughed while getting her things together.
"Don't tempt me on the darts part." said Rory. "I promised to have my choices by Tom tomorrow."
"You always set yourself impossible deadlines." said Lorelai, giving Rory a hug goodbye. "But you always manage to make them as well. See you in a couple hours." Lorelai leaves for work.
After another half hour of staring at the paint swatches, Rory tosses them out of sight. "Maybe Mom will be able to help." said Rory, muttering to herself. Rory walks into her room to get her laptop and sets up at the kitchen table. She had gotten an email before Logan arrived to write an article for a possible spot in a nearby paper and figured she might as well get some work done.
A few hours pass before Rory notices the time. "Oh shoot." said Rory to herself, getting up. If she didn't leave right away, she would be late for lunch with her mom. Rory hurriedly got her things together, grabbing the paint swatches, and got out the door to drive to the inn.
"So Rory can be late." said Michel, teasing Lorelai. "Or maybe she finally doesn't want to be your best friend. Is that a wrinkle? Maybe you're getting old?"
"Michel!" said Sookie. "You're just being mean. Get in an argument with your husband again?"
"I'm your age, Michel." said Lorelai defensively.
Michel pouts and leaves the room as Rory walks in. "Hey Mom. What's up with Michel?"
"Michel's just being a nuisance." said Sookie, answering instead, stirring something in a bowl.
"So the usual." said Rory, popping a strawberry in her mouth from the counter. "Sorry I'm a little late."
"I've been trying to teach you to be late for years!" said Lorelai. "It's not a problem. Let's go find a seat."
After a lunch of cuban sandwiches and discussion on the paint swatches, both Rory and Lorelai sat back in their chairs. "So it's official, every paint color is picked." said Rory. "Thanks for your help Mom...I would have been agonizing into next week."
"It's not a problem." said Lorelai. "That pale yellow-cream will be beautiful in the kitchen and the very light lavender would look great in your office."
"I think so too." said Rory, filling out some index cards with room names on them so she could attach the paint swatch for the room to it. "And going with the natural wood trim throughout also solved figuring out more colors."
"Rory, I was hoping to talk to you for a moment." said Kirk, walking up to the table. Lorelai looked at Rory who shrugged. Lorelai got up, gave Rory a kiss, and went back to work.
"What's up Kirk?" said Rory as she gestured for Kirk to take the now empty seat.
"First I wanted to apologize for some rumors getting around." said Kirk. "I did see Logan propose, but I only told one oth..."
"It's fine, Kirk." said Rory. "I was planning to mention it soon anyways. Both pieces of news. Is that all?"
"Actually no." said Kirk. "I was wondering if you needed an officiant for the wedding."
"What?" said Rory. "You can't possibly be ordained."
"Actually, I have - I was online." said Kirk.
"I'm sorry Kirk, but we planned to ask Reverend Skinner." said Rory.
"Oh I see." said Kirk. "Any odds you'll change your mind?"
"No, I'm pretty set on it, Kirk. He married my mom and Luke and it feels right." said Rory. Feeling a little bad, "I'd love to see you and Lulu at the wedding though. I'm going to get the invites sent out by the end of the week."
Kirk looks a little let down. "We'll be there." Kirk walks away.
Rory just shakes her head before getting up and leaving. She stops at the Twickham house where she sees Tom outside with his hard hat. "Hey Tom, we got the paint choices chosen and I'm a day early!"
"Well I'm shocked." said Tom. "Took your mom and Luke forever when they were working on your house."
"Yeah, I try to get things done a little faster." said Rory, handing over the neat stack of cards she made. "So how's everything going?"
"Very good. I expect we're going to be done right on time." said Tom, sitting the cards on a nearby table. "I don't usually give those kind of guarantees, but luckily the house is still in great shape for it's age."
"Well thanks for everything Tom. You're the best." said Rory. "I'll get out of your way. Bye."
"Bye." said Tom, turning away to walk back into the house.
Rory drives home, feeling accomplished. Her phone buzzes. "Hello?"
"Please tell me you were drunk when you chose this dress." said Paris.
"What?" said Rory. "Where are you?"
"Do you really think I would wear a dress only done by my measurements?" said Paris. "I'm at the bridal shop trying on the dress you picked. Where did you think I was, the moon?"
"Paris." said Rory, taking a breath. "I love the dresses and I think you'll look good in it. I wouldn't punish you by making you wear a bad dress. What do you find wrong with the dress?"
"I cannot believe you chose navy blue for a wedding color." said Paris.
"So the issue is the color?" said Rory, taking another breath. "Paris, Logan and I chose the dresses. I'm sorry, but the color is not up for debate. You'll look fine, I promise."
"I better, Gilmore." said Paris, hanging up on her end.
Rory laughed and groaned at the same time. Leave it to Paris to always find a problem with something.