Okay, so I just wanted to say: 100 REVIEWS?
PARTY! (Takes out bottles of soda, streamers, chips, puts '99 Luftballoons' on my boom box, and dances around the room.)
So, and my 100th reviewer was: bluedaisy05. So, if I owned some sort of restaurant or business, YOU my friend would get a 30 discount. (Oh yes!) Too bad I don't own some sort of establishment to give discounts to...
This isn't a long chapter, mostly because I am deathly tired from Friday night, and I just wanted to put something up as kind of a 100 reviews type celebration. Consider this 'Wedding bell blues' from last season. (Not the most amazing episode, but it was memorable.
And, yes I know it's a little far-off, but it's the Inn's test run soon, so keep that in mind.
Lorelai woke up the Tuesday morning feeling light, happy, and she felt like nothing could possibly go wrong.
So, she sat up, looking at the clock-it was 9:12.
"9:12! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UP AN HOUR AGO!" This was NOT going to be her day.
She jumped out of bed, grabbed a random skirt, blouse, bra, and shoes that were in her newly-cleaned closet, ran down the stairs to the kitchen, having no time to go to Luke's, had to make breakfast herself this morning, and started getting dressed in the kitchen as the coffee maker was gurgling. When it had brewed her precious liquid, she dumped it into a travel mug, grabbed two stale Pop-tarts, and ran out the door.
When she got to her car, she realized that she needed two things: her purse and her keys. She trudged back to the front door; she realized that it was locked.
"No!" She gasped. She jiggled the handle a few more times, "I never lock the door! Why would it pick TODAY of all days to suddenly hate me?" Then, she realized that she had a back door, and that's where she found herself next.
That was locked, too.
"WHAT? How could this possibly be locked?" She had no idea how she was going to get into her house. And, she also realized now, that her outfit was ridiculous. A lavender polo with yellow and blue summer-y skirt with her red "Luke-date" pumps-that just screams high-end fashion.
Watch out Paris, Milan, London, Lorelai Gilmore is taking the fashion world by storm!
She backed away from the door, she saw a tree branch that led up to the roof of the porch, and from there she could get into her open bedroom window...
I am completely insane! She thought as she just made it onto the roof, amazed that her plan had worked. But, at the cost of tearing her summer-y skirt. "Now, all that is left to do is o-"
She had to stop short because the window was jammed.
"No! NO! NOOO!" she cried as she tried multiple times. "Stupid misogynistic house!" This was not her day. There was only one thing left to do- break in to her own house.
Somehow, she found herself in her bedroom surrounded by bits of glass.
"Okay, so, first thing's first...new clothes." She decided on a different outfit, less tacky, quickly changed, and ran downstairs to find her keys and purse right next to the door.
"This is ridiculous, and I am soooo late!" She said to herself, and started the day over again.
At the almost-ready inn, Lorelai was frantic trying to get everything up and ready.
"No! Joe, I do care about the book shelves...Yes, I am aware that you work 3 hours away... Joe, I'm a business woman, I care for no one, get them here today! ... The test run is in 2 DAYS, JOE! ...I don't care if Fluffy has a viral infection! Stop with the damn excuses and get the bookshelves here by 6 or you won't ever have to talk to me again, but you're gonna get to talk to the nice people at the unemployment agency...Just, get them here!" She hung up the phone and sighed.
The test run was in 2 days. In 2 days, her dream was going to be tested, and she was scared to think of what would happen if her dream failed.
"Okay...so," she heard her best friends voice say. "I just realized that I have no spice rack." Sookie said in disbelief.
"What?"
"A spice rack! How could I have possibly forgotten that! I'm a chef! Chefs need stuff to put on the stuff that their cooking, otherwise, it tastes plain. And my food is NOT plain... What's with you?"
"Oh, uhh well. Crappy day. Late, hous, keys, Joe."
"Does Fluffy have another viral infection?" she nodded. "That Joe is going to kill us!"
"Sookie, I need coffee, I'll be back in a half hour, don't try and let the place completely fall to pieces."
"Alright, don't do anything too dirty at Luke's!" she winked.
"I won't!" She mimicked the previous wink, and walked out the door.
"Head's up!"
"Waaa?... AHHH!" Lorelai looked up from the ground to see a giant sofa hitting her in the face. She found herself on the ground.
"Sorry, Miss. We'll go over ya." And with that, the two movers carried the couch over Lorelai's body and through the door inside.
"Owww...?" She touched her forehead, that bruise would appear in about 20 minutes. Fumbling to get up, she decided to walk to Luke's; her semi-conscious state wouldn't allow driving.
"Oh my GOD! Today is sucking!" she said, after entering the diner, defeated.
"That makes two of us." the flannel-clad diner-owner-boyfriend said.
"Coffee!" She slumped down to her stool.
"We're out."
"What?" she said, very seriously. "You, you're kidding right?"
"Sorry, shipment comes in tomorrow."
"GAH! That is not cool! This has been a terrible day, and it's not even over yet!" she pleaded, and slammed her forehead against the counter. "They make movies on this type of day-maybe I'll be on 'EdTv'."
"So, how is today sucking like crazy?"
"Well, I'll tell you, George..."
"...and Joe's sitting there, spouting on and on about his precious Fluffy has some sort of infection, and it would be too much of a hassle to do his job and deliver the damn bookshelves! Is it too much to ask?" she finished her rant with a sigh.
"Wow that is a sucky day...Wait, is that a bruise on your forehead?"
"Oh, yes, another part of my sucky day. I has assaulted by a couch."
"I don't want to know how."
"This test run is going to fail me! Speaking of which..." she said with a grin.
"What...?" he got scared now.
"You, my loving, caring, special, boyfriend, get to attend the inn's test run!"
"No."
"Yes, you're an investor, you have to."
"No, I don't."
"It's the law!"
"No, it's not."
"It is now."
"No."
"Oh, come ON! I'll be there, and 9 other people will, and since this will be our first real together-public outing, you get to act all stupid when you're around me, and stumble over easy words, and-" A familiar hand clamped over her mouth.
"Fine." She bounced up and down. The hand was removed.
"Thank you! You're my favorite boyfriend, you know that?"
"You say that to all of them."
"But I only mean it with you!" she teased, and left the diner to go back to work on her dream.
I'm giggling right now. Honestly.
Thanks to all who read/review. You people deserve medals, statues, parades, and possibly your own holiday. The I-Reviewed-'Just-Call-Me-Georege-Clooney'-And-Made-Lolabelle-Very-Happy Day.
Yup, so. There was probably something that I wanted to say, but now I forget.
Oh well.
Gotta go get some of my 100th review-cake.
Live, Love, and Review! (Let's go for 200 now!)
Xoxo
Lolabelle