Okay-so I am now officially the Queen of Procrastinators! Okay? Sorry!

Oh, and don't mind my saying so, but I got over my cold 2 days after I posted the previous chapter-thanks to all your heart-warming 'get well soon' comments.

And so apparently, about 5 thousand people told me that they were simply intrigued by the 'Swedish Blender' joke from the last chapter. And I gotta tell you-it won't sound that funny to you---you had to be there, alright. So if you don't laugh, don't hate me.

GEOMETRY CLASS:

FRIEND: Hey! We got a new blender yesterday! (She's remolding her kitchen, and getting all new appliances, and she keeps me informed of when she gets a new toaster refrigerator, ect.)

ME: Oh really? Did some famous person once own it?

FRIEND: No, but it's Swiss! Like the cheese!

ME: They make everything in Switzerland or China now-a-days.

FRIEND: Or in Sweden!

ME: What? 'Swiss' means it's from Switzerland.

FRIEND: NO! Swiss from Sweden!

ME: No!

FRIEND: YES!

(We go on for about 30 more seconds until FRIEND asks FRIEND2)

FRIEND: If something's Swiss it's from Sweden, right?

FRIEND2: Uhh, no Switzerland.

ME: YES!

FRIEND: No way!

ME: Told ya so.

FRIEND: How could you possibly know that?

ME: Well, who ever heard of a Swedish blender?

So...how 'bout that schnitzel? Sorry, my punch line killed my own joke. You need to understand that FRIEND and I have interesting conversations.

Oh and by the way, this one's dedicated to Ann, because I listened to the Jill Johnson song she gave me for the entire 30 minute ride to school this morning over and over again...

But anyways, for those of you about to call the state hospital on me, here's the story you've been waiting for...

Lorelai woke up the next morning around 7, the normal clamor and clangor of a diner below her. Although at first she forgot where she was until she saw something that gave her position away.

Flannel sheets.

She was at Luke's. Not the diner-the apartment. And in Luke's...bed. Naked...oh yes, definitely naked. The course of the previous night's events came back to her as she remembered, and on that note she rolled over, hoping to hit a warm (and hopefully naked also) body beside her, but ended up rolling off the bed.

"Ow!" she looked at what WAS Luke's pillow beside hers and saw a note there.

Didn't want to wake you-as usual. Shower, get dressed, come downstairs for food. Just don't do anything...un-ladylike. Please?

See you downstairs.

-Luke

PS. Has the note-sending lost its charm yet?

She smiled, who would have thought that this boyfriend of her's could be so mean-yet romantic at the same time?

About an hour later, Lorelai, clad in her ensemble from last night, strolled down the apartment stairs. Only something was different-she was wearing one of Luke's flannels over her shirt.

As she descended the customer's one-by-one popped their heads up from the Stars Hollow Gazette, The New York Times, and Vogue to see the beauty queen grace them with her presence. What was amazing was she said absolutely nothing to them, but made a bee-line to (what they all new as her boyfriend) the owner, kissed him, and said something, and sat down at the counter.

They all lost interest in her within 20 more seconds, something about a Tribute to Mailboxes Festival was vetoed by the governor of Connecticut-therefore Taylor should let it die, an international terrorist organization, and this fall's most stylish boots seemed to appeal them more.

"Why are you wearing my shirt?"
"Why? You don't think it looks good?" she gestured to herself.

"Actually no."

"Big hole in shirt there buddy. You got a little carried away there when you were..."

"Stop it, please!"

"Never, George." She nodded in mock sympathy.

About 20 minutes later Lorelai finally had the room assignments done.

"Why must people be so picky? Room assignment should be easy! But, it took me nearly 20 minutes!"

"What can I say? We're all picky people. You won't drink decaf."

"Never. Okay so...my parents are in room 1, because that's the fanciest/most expensive room, then, Rory and Paris are in #2, Lane's in #3, it's a small room, one bed, so it's just for her, Babette and Morey are in #4, Patty's in 5, figuring they'd wanna chat late at night, then Sookie, Jackson, and Davy are in 6, you and me in 7-" she winked, "Michel's in #8, because he needs a room facing the west so that the sun doesn't wake him in the morning, Stupid Taylor's in 9, the easiest room to get away with any mistakes, and Kirk and Lulu in 10. Done! I fulfill everyone's hopes, dreams and desires...oh my God now I'm a hooker!"

"Lorelai! Lorelai! Lorelai!" her business partner shrieked pulling her into the kitchen.

"What-what-what?" she joked back, entering the kitchen.

"My spice rack! It's here! It's a gift from the Gods! I wanna have its children!" She pointed to the rustic-brown colored rack sitting on the wall next to the stove. "I found it at my house! And I already owned it, so it cost us a big fat nothing!"

"That's great! And it looks so good!" She studied the rack, and then the Sookie-ish scheme of the kitchen. Oh yeah, this would fit.

"And! I have the menu done! I am gonna start prepping soon!" she squealed. "This is so exciting! The test-run's tomorrow! Can you believe it? And Manolo can do ALL of the chicken! We're keeping him. I don't care. I think I'm going to have an affair with him!"

"Oh! Jackson won't mind!" she smiled. The test run was only tomorrow...the test run was tomorrow...the test run was tomorrow...the test run was...

Today! The test-run is in 5 minutes! Lorelai frantically ran to the desk sorting through papers.

"5 minutes!" she yelled. "We have 5 more minutes! Last mili-second details here people!" she took a deep breath. She looked around what she created.

Her own inn. All her own. Nothing had ever been her own creation. Not even Rory, she still had her dad's chromosome's kicking in her. No, this was HERS. And she did a pretty good job on it, too. She had a feeling that this was going to be one of those major mile-stone life events. 1st birthday, 1st time she cursed on the inside at her parents, her first kiss, the birth of Rory, when she moved to Stars Hollow, the day the Independence closed, the first time she kissed Luke...

4 more minutes.

Sorry, no giggle-worthy material here. (oh, darn it!)

Thanks to all who have been reading from the start! (If here even ARE any...)

See you all later!

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xoxo

Lolabelle