Written in the Stars
By Gilmoregirl1979 (the reigning Quote Queen)
Rating: PG-13
Hi this is your friendly disclaimer: I REJECT ASP's REALITY AND SUBSTITUE MY OWN! Once again, I don't own (DAMN IT! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!), No Harm No Sue. (JUST GIVE ME A JOB and we will call it even!)
R/R: yes please I love reviews; I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)
Summary/ The Q: What if LL hooked up when they first met? What if things had moved … a touch more quickly…?
LUVZ: I miss you!
FEATURED BETA: Localizy, thank you for putting up with my compulsive persnickety changes…for this crazy PUB. She's the DAVID BLAINE of BETAING…and she's all MINE… MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Localizy, What Can I Say…
No seriously go read localizy's fic what can I say…. read this first… then go to her's!
A/N: in avoidance of the FINALE, we decided to treat you all with this MONSTER UPDATE! You will be so overwhelmed you will forget all about the CRAP FOR CRAP! Courtesy of the Resistance! As Izy says, "For those that may not want to watch the drama of hell unfold; here are some distractions."
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Chapter 35
Happy Birthday, Baby!
Luke and the girls started watching Pride and Prejudice on the Sunday after Halloween and their Saturday classic monster movie fest. They did the first two hours on Sunday night, and then one hour a night leading up to Luke's birthday. Luke was overwhelmed by the language and length of the movie, but he figured it saved him from having to actually read the book just yet.
Lorelai woke up excited on Nov. 6th. Luke had slept over again and she rolled over to smile at his relaxed face. She pecked kisses on his cheek, and nibbled on his ear, "Happy Birthday, baby," she whispered.
Luke groaned, and blinked awake, "Morning…"
"Morning."
"I'm sorry," he sighed.
"For what? Turning older?"
"No, I slept over again."
"So, I'm not complaining."
"I can't even remember the last time I was at my apartment."
"Hmm, Rory's party you let us in to change there."
Luke dismissed the thoughts he was having, "I've gotta go to work."
"No," Lorelai whined, "Stay here with me… I wanna see the birthday boy in his birthday suit."
"Lorelai, I've got to go…"
"Take the day off." She pleaded knowing full well he wouldn't, "I thought those were the perks of owning your own business."
"I've gotta work, you gotta work…"
"Okay… well, we have a fun night planned for you."
"Lorelai, I gotta go… I'll see you tonight," he kissed her while she lay in bed.
Lorelai stayed in bed while he got ready to be out of his way. She waited till she heard the front door, then she zipped out of bed, and, since she secretly took the day off, she was free to run her final birthday prep errands while Rory went to school.
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Lorelai was so excited to set her plan for Luke's private birthday celebration in motion. Lorelai had taken the day off to make the last minute stops at the specialty stores in Hartford for his gifts. The last minute shopping was a necessity since Luke had taken to staying over so much lately. Lorelai didn't want to spoil the surprise by having Luke accidentally discovering his gifts while she was in the shower, or if he was poking around the house for a home improvement project.
Lorelai had offered to let Rory take the day off from school to go shopping with her and prep for the special dinner she had planned. However, Rory didn't want to miss a minute of school. The afternoon of Luke's birthday, both girls were in their kitchen, and Rory assured Lorelai that she had Luke's gift all taken care of when she redeemed her birthday gift certificates the previous Saturday.
During this exchange Lorelai turned to ask, "You didn't spend your birthday money on Luke's gift, did you? … I would have lent you some…"
"No, I used my allowance," Rory filled her mother in as she was wrapping said gift at the kitchen table.
"See that's not much better," Lorelai gestured with the spatula in her hand.
"You just want to know what I got him… well, you will find out when Luke does," Rory said stubbornly as she taped down the freshly folded wrapping paper.
It was true, Lorelai was curious at what Rory's plain white gift boxes contained as they were veiled with the wrapping paper they had found around the house. "See, I'm the girlfriend," Lorelai explained, "I have to get him the best gift…and since I have a credit card and you don't…"
"I'm still not telling you," Rory said calmly.
"Come On!" Lorelai stamped her foot. Luke was still at work and Lorelai was taking on a task that only love could have induced her to try, she was cooking for the first time. "Okay, now what?" Lorelai asked Rory biting her lip nervously, peering into the pan on the range top.
"Now… add the onion paste mixture to the meat and zucchini in the pan," Rory instructed.
"For the record, this looks absolutely disgusting," Lorelai made a face as she took the yellowy brown onion paste she had blended from the food processor to the saucepan, " … are you sure he is gonna eat this?"
Rory rolled her eyes at her mother, "For the last time, yes…" Rory was at the kitchen table putting the finishing touches on the gift wrapping of all their presents since her mother insisted she had to make dinner by herself, with her own two hands. Lorelai had given Rory her two plain gift boxes and carefully watched her daughter as she wrapped, to make certain she didn't peak either. Rory asked about the third surprise box, but Lorelai said she was going to save that for later.
"Why does it have to be such an ugly color," Lorelai winced, as she spooned and scrapped at the muck Rory insisted was edible.
"It's the curry and the cinnamon," Rory informed.
Lorelai Gilmore was cooking, well cooking under supervision. Rory was dictating detailed instructions telling Lorelai exactly what to do and Lorelai obediently followed orders. It wasn't that Lorelai wanted in the cooking club Luke and Rory had established, she just wanted an outstanding gesture to show him how much he meant to her, further more, after cooking all day on his birthday he deserved a break. So, Lorelai was making Luke's birthday dinner, nearly all by herself; a healthy Moroccan beef and bean dish that Rory assured Lorelai that Luke would love. Rory was impressed at her mother's interest in taking the lead for the perfect dinner, as this was quite possibly Lorelai's first time cooking in all her life.
"The recipe doesn't say to add carrots," Lorelai complained at yet another step Rory added to the recipe.
"Luke likes carrots…the more veggies in there the better, trust me… you don't have to follow the recipe exactly every time… Luke taught me that you could substitute certain things if you didn't have the sub-ingredients…"
"Like whipped cream for sour cream?" Lorelai teased.
"Umm, no!" Rory insisted.
"Alright," Lorelai looked at the clock, "Are you sure this will be done in time?"
"Yes," Rory gave one firm nod, tired of her mother's insecurity in this brave, new world.
"Oh No! We didn't start the couscous…" holding up the canister of the strange side dish.
"Mom, that only takes like 5 minutes to make… will you please relax!"
"Okay…Okay… I just don't want him to come home and the house is burned down. Or we aren't done…"
"Mom… we know his schedule… he's a creature of habit… we have plenty of time," Rory soothed, as she fixed stickers to the larger of her mother's presents.
"Okay… sooo now what?"
"Well, add the water…"
…And Lorelai did.
"…Add the beans…"
"Are you sure he's gonna like both… I mean black beans and chickpeas… I don't want to overwhelm him."
"… It's more fiber and protein, very healthy. Trust me," Rory sighed, as she fixed a bow to the lid of her mother's gifts.
"Okay, I do, okay," with each component she added, Lorelai half expected a puff of smoke or an explosion, like in a mad scientist's laboratory.
"Now add the diced tomatoes, and well done on not chopping off your fingers."
"Thank you," Lorelai said modestly, "I was quite impressed with that technique myself."
"So while that simmers… we can make the cous cous… it's so easy, you boil water, throw in some butter, add the cous cous, and in 5 minutes it's done. It's faster than rice."
"It's the new American side dish," Lorelai smiled in a commercial announcer voice.
Lorelai let Rory handle the final presentation of putting the dinner in serving dishes, while she set the birthday table. The girls hid their gifts with plenty of time to change and freshen up before Luke arrived.
"Mom! He's coming," Rory hollered from her room and met her mother in the kitchen.
Luke opened the front door, "Hey! I'm here, 7:00 just like you…" and Luke found them smiling in the kitchen. Luke saw the spread on the table and forgot the tail end of his sentence.
"Happy Birthday!" both girls giggled, and they rushed at him to hug him. "Happy Birthday, baby," Lorelai kissed his cheek, "Welcome to your ultra exclusive, super secret, private party."
"You two didn't have to go through all this trouble for me," he said as he saw the spread on the table.
"Hey, reserving the rainbow room, that would have been trouble… this was a pleasure," and Lorelai kissed his cheek again.
"Luke! Guess what!" Rory grinned.
"What?" he looked down at Rory who was still hugging his middle.
"Mom made dinner!" Instead of being proud, both girls could tell Luke was apprehensive, then Rory assured him, "Don't worry it's edible."
Luke turned to Lorelai on his left, "You made me dinner?"
"Well, you do it 364 days of the year… what's one day?" she shrugged.
Luke smiled, he hadn't even known Lorelai for 364 days yet, and still they were in love, Rory had let him into their little family, and Lorelai wanted to make his birthday special. "Come on, before it gets cold," Lorelai tugged on his arm, and Rory pulled out his chair.
They removed the lids of the serving dishes to reveal the entrée, "Moroccan Beef? Now I am impressed."
Lorelai smiled at Rory for her excellent suggestion for the main course, and that Luke could identify it, so I must have done a good job.
"…And she didn't lose any of her fingers!" Rory praised, as Lorelai mimed, proudly holding up all ten digits in front of her to show Luke, as if to say, 'Look, Luke, no cuts.'
They all settled down for a family dinner and Luke conveyed how he had successfully avoided anyone in town from discovering it was his birthday because people were still talking about Rory's bash from last week.
"I'll have you know, Rory made your cake," Lorelai informed him, "And as you know, the rule is if Rory makes it, you have to eat it."
"Alright," Luke chuckled, almost dreading that just the two of them were going to sing "Happy Birthday" to him…off key.
Rory exclaimed, "Present time!" and she headed into the living room.
"What about your cake?" Lorelai asked.
"Cake later! Present time!" Rory repeated from the living room.
"Aw jeez, you guys didn't have to…"
"It's your birthday…the law requires gift giving," Lorelai told him, as she dragged him into the living room and pushed him to sit on the couch.
"Yeah, Luke you wouldn't want us to go to jail," Rory grinned as she handed him her wrapped gift that seemed to have materialized out of nowhere.
One look at those big puppy eyes, and Luke knew he had to accept the gifts whether he wanted to or not. There were two boxes comprising Rory's gift, both wrapped in green and red plaid paper, no doubt a dig or homage to his flannel fashion statement, and no doubt left over from last Christmas, given Lorelai's house keeping skills. As Rory sat next to him, she seemed anxious to see his reaction to her gift.
The first box, which was marked with a number one, was large and he pulled up the top, "Binders?"
"Look inside…" Rory urged.
Luke opened one of the binders, and they were filled with plastic pages, with 9 sleeves in each page.
"I'm sorry, I don't get it…" as he flipped through the plastic sleeves apologetically.
Rory still had a patient smile, "Now, open number two, and all will be come clear."
Luke opened the smaller, plaid clad box and a smile formed of Luke's face. "Wow, baseball cards. Thank you…"
"It's a bunch of assorted; I didn't know which ones you needed. Are any of them valuable?"
"Well, let's see here…" and he started to cycle through the mound cards, and he was surprised to find, "Wow, Howard Johnson…"
Seeing the child like glint in Luke's eye, Lorelai on his other side, to see Rory's gift better, and she quipped, "The Hotel?"
"No, the New York Met. In 1987, he and Darryl Strawberry were the first 30/30 club teammates."
"30/30?" Rory asked.
"When a player can get thirty home runs and thirty stolen bases in a single season… in 1988 Jose Canseco set a new standard of 40/40, but still to reach 30/30 is a testament to a player's power and speed," Luke explained. Luke flipped through a few more, "Benito Santiago's rookie card? You've got to be kidding me."
"What did he do?" Rory was now interested learning about these feats Luke found so impressive and had committed to memory like she would any of her studies.
"He was the first rookie to hit safely in thirty-four straight games."
Rory looked at her mother, and Lorelai didn't know what Luke was talking about either, but smiled that he even was talking so much and that seemed to enjoy the present... and that's all that matter to Rory.
Luke was now engrossed in flipping through the cards, "Nolan Ryan?" he couldn't believe he was holding a Nolan Ryan card in his hand, and showed it to Rory, "He was the first forty year old to strike out three hundred players in a season… and this is Hank Aaron," as he continued to flip through the assortment.
"I'm glad you like them. See the binders are to organize them and the ones you already have… rather than that smelly old shoe box… I would have done it myself… but I didn't know how to separate them… if it should be done by team… or year… or statistic…"
"Well, if you want to help, I'd be glad to sort them with you…"
"Okay," Rory smiled.
"Thank you, Rory," and Luke kissed her head as she hugged him.
Now it was Lorelai's turn. "Why? What's this?" Lorelai said in mock surprise, as she discovered a wrapped package behind the easy chair, "Wow, such a huge gift; Look, Luke it has your name on it…Aww," she cooed. She picked up the gift feigning a struggle, "Wow, it's so heavy… I wonder who it could possibly be from."
"Yeah, I wonder," Luke had to chuckle as she set the large box in his lap. Like Rory, Lorelai had it wrapped in a different blue and white gingham paper, still mimicking his usual plaid, seeing she had put sports stickers on top to hide the daisies that were part of the wrapping paper's original pattern. "Are those daisies?"
"Yes…" Lorelai admitted, and then she scoffed, "It's hard to find masculine wrapping paper! Besides we kept with the baseball theme…" pointing to the baseball stickers Rory had put on, even though there was an assortment of footballs, basket ball, and soccer balls too. "Start with the smaller one…"
Luke ripped the wrapping paper, to show a square brown box and opened it. He had to chuckle again, "Another baseball cap…"
"A blue baseball cap," it will bring out your eyes, "to make up for 'good old reliable greenie' that I…well, ruined when we painted the diner."
"Thank you, I love it."
"Hold up there, buddy… you gotta open the big one yet…"
Luke tore into the paper again, to find a larger gift box. Luke had the distinct impression he was getting clothes from Lorelai. We've been dating 9 months and now she wants to dress me… great, Luke pulled up the lid, moved aside the tissue paper, to find a leather jacket was his gift, "Lorelai?"
"Do you like it?" she was nervous, and didn't know if that was a good "Lorelai" or a bad "Lorelai". She knew how Luke ranted about fashion, and how does one keep up, and the use of fur for coats, but she wanted to get him something special that he wouldn't buy for himself, and that she thought was sexy.
"That's real leather?"
"Yeah… it's all leathery…"
"Aw Lorelai… you shouldn't have…"
"What? You don't like it?" Lorelai sank.
"No… I mean, yes… I do... its just … it's too much…"
"Not if I think you deserve it…"
Luke turned shy and humble again; and Lorelai thought maybe his cheeks tinged red a little. "Thank you… both of you…" Luke wasn't used to getting gifts on his birthday. His parents were long dead. His sister, Liz, was a flake and was lucky if she could remember her own birthday, let alone her brother's. Rachel hated birthdays and Luke had gotten into the habit of not giving or getting anyone anything. When Lorelai first started talking about Rory's birthday, it sparked something in Luke to get Rory something special. Obviously, Rory wanted to return the favor with the baseball cards, even know she didn't know the difference between a ball and a foul or anything else about the game.
"Try it on," Lorelai urged.
"Now?"
"Now," she insisted.
Luke stood in front of the fireplace, and slipped on the trendy coat. He was surprised Lorelai had known his size and how perfectly it fit him, although he knew her to be a self-proclaimed fashion expert.
"Turn around," Lorelai smiled, which elicited an eye roll from Luke, but he obliged. Lorelai examined her beau, "Well, usually you wouldn't wear it with flannel… or the ball cap… but I think I could have you escort me in public wearing that on our next date."
Luke shed his leather gift realizing flannel was too warm to wear with his new jacket. Lorelai ushered him to sit down again as she cleared away the ruined wrapping paper, gift boxes and gifts from the coffee table.
Rory went about turning off the lamps in the room, apparently for the movie they had planned, but then she stood in front of the TV as misdirection. Just as Luke had suspected, Lorelai was now bringing in Rory's cake with four lit candles on the top. Lorelai brought the cake to the coffee table; thankfully, without dropping it or setting the place on fire. Despite Luke's protests and eye rolls, both girls sang on, and then begged Luke to make his wish. To make them happy, he blew out his candles and made a wish, hoping that it would come true within the next year.
"Okay, movie time!" Rory changed gears again. She turned a few of the lights back on; then, she ran in to the kitchen to make popcorn and cued up the tape from Stars Hollow Video. Lorelai insisted that Luke stay seated, and Lorelai went to get plates and forks for Luke to serve the cake.
Luke cut the cake and had to ask, "Why four candles?"
Rory answered, "The blue ones are worth 10, and the green one is worth 1, therefore making 31."
After the pieces of Rory's cake were cut and distributed, Lorelai stood in front of the TV with Rory. Lorelai cleared her throat, and Rory stood beside her looking as if she was going to burst into laughter, but she made a respectable effort at holding the snickers in. "Ladies,"Lorelai cordially nodded to her mini counterpart on her left, "and Gentleman," referring to Luke on the couch, "on behave of the Gilmore girls we would like to welcome you to this private screening In honor of our own Stars Hollow quiet man…So I present to you… The Quiet Man," Lorelai gestured to the TV like a waiter presenting an inviting entrée.
Rory chimed in, "with John Wayne, Maureen O'Hara, directed by John Ford."
Never missing a beat, Lorelai quipped, "Even though you are a Chevy man."
Rory rolled her eyes, and as she settled to sit next to Luke, whispered, "She worked on her delivery all day."
Both girls settled on the couch with cake and with Luke, while Luke marveled at the striking difference between this birthday and his last.
As the events and complications unfolded for Shawn Thornton and Mary Kate Danaher, Lorelai began to think Luke had some John Wayne features in his face, and loved the parallels of character between Luke and The Duke. How from the moment they met, the moment they saw each other Mary Kate and Shawn knew they would be together. Similarly, Luke and Lorelai were obviously attracted to each other with their banter and fighting. Granted the fights between Mary Kate and Shawn were far more feisty than the everyday banter of Luke and Lorelai. Yet, the movie struck a chord with Lorelai. She realized that they were in early November, holidays were just around the corner, which meant having to explain Luke to her mother, considering he had become such a intricate part of the Gilmore girl's existence that to not talk about him during those upcoming holiday engagements would take a great deal of preparation.
What also struck Lorelai was the hardened disapproval of Mary Kate's brother to allow Shawn to marry Mary Kate. Would Emily be so stern? Write Lorelai out of the Will? Granted Lorelai knew Luke would take care of her, and she was practically disowned as it was, but to never have the hope of even coming to an understanding with both of her folks, of them never accepting or respecting who she was and had become by running away all those years ago.
What if she had never met Luke? Would Chris have eventually come back? Would she meet someone who liked kids? A teacher, perhaps? Would she have become a spinster that her parents would try to pawn off onto her father's business associates, so at least Emily could say to the biddies at the D.A.R that Lorelai was married?
Lorelai saw how things had worked out for Shawn and Mary Kate on the screen, the Hollywood happy ending. Would she be so lucky with Luke? By the end of this picture would all involved parties rejoice in their union?
Lorelai was reminded of the third installment of her gift waiting for Luke upstairs, she wondered if she should wait or proceed as planned. He seemed content with what had, why embarrass him with more gifts?
While the adults were thinking their profound thoughts, Rory entertained herself by keeping a tally of how many cigarettes John Wayne went through during the movie, enjoying all the Irish characters, accents, and phrases, and finding funny observations, like "Who was that weird random guy by the fire place in the widow Tillane's study?"
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After the movie, Rory was sleepy and went to bed, leaving Lorelai and Luke to finish off his birthday by themselves with a more private celebration.
Alone in Lorelai's room, nature took its course, and afterward, Lorelai nuzzled Luke's neck and sighed, "Hmmm, Happy Birthday," perfectly content and satisfied with the entire day and particularly with the last half hour.
"You're gonna make me start liking birthdays," Luke grinned at the ceiling, then made the sudden connection, "Hey, when's your birthday?"
"Oh umm, it doesn't matter…"
"How am I gonna return the favor if you don't tell me?"
"Oh it …was, you know… April 13th," she said quickly.
"April? It was back in April and you didn't tell me?"
"Well, we just started dating then… I didn't want you to feel obligated or under any pressure… everything was already hard enough. Rory didn't know about us… and I didn't want to have to explain why I couldn't spend my birthday with you … or with her."
"Well, next year… we are spending that day together … the three of us… and I'm gonna make up for what I missed…"
"Luke, really you don't have to."
"I want to…and that's final."
Lorelai agreed, rubbing his chest hair fondly, "Oh, by the way, I have another present for you…" and she sprang up barely keeping the sheet around her.
"Is this to beat me at birthday celebrations…because I will one up you somehow… EHA1 "
"Just take it!" Lorelai thrust the small box in his direction.
"Please, you've done enough… you cooked for the first time ever… with Rory's help. You got me the leather jacket, which is way better than I deserve… a new ball cap, baseball cards... John Wayne…"
"Well, you definitely deserve this one," and Lorelai handed Luke a small box.
Naturally curious Luke opened his final present, he wondered if there was a ring in side, and Lorelai was proposing to him, modern woman that she was. He took off the lid of the small gold box, and he found a metal key in it. Luke held the cool metal in his hand and looked up at Lorelai for an explanation.
"Do you … like it?" she asked.
"It's…a key?" he said simply.
"Yeah," Lorelai said with a broad grin.
"Don't tell me it's a key to your heart," Luke said sarcastically.
"NO!" she swatted at him.
"Then…to what?"
"The house," Lorelai shrugged, as if that would make her intentions clear as day.
"In case you lock the front door for once?"
"Luke," she swatted at his arm again, "the key was supposed to say something…"
"Well …what?"
"I want you," Lorelai drew a deep breath, "I want you … to move in."
She was proposing, only not what he thought, Luke raised an eyebrow, "Move in?"
"Here. With me and Rory…"
"You're kidding…"
"No, I'm not," she shook her head from side to side.
"Isn't this… a huge step?"
"Well, from my perspective… it's a baby step… a trial period…to see if we can stand sharing a closet…"
"There isn't room in your closet…"
"There is now," she smiled shyly.
"What?"
"Well, I got a head start on my rummage sale sorting…so there is now room for you and your stuff…"
"Lorelai…moving in? That's just..." Luke was overwhelmed.
"What you are ready to get married but not live together? How Modern of you?" thinking of the obscure Kids In the Hall sketch.
"…And you are ready to move in and not get married?"
"Yeah, see, we're perfect for each other…"
"Apparently…" he said dryly.
Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be going for it, so Lorelai covered her disappointment quickly. "Luke… I wanted to run it past you… before I even asked Rory…so she doesn't know… you can just keep it … as a spare… in case we ever do lock the doors." It was a lie. She had asked Rory before she had the key made. Lorelai wanted to ask back over the summer when the idea first came to her when Luke called her house home in a Freudian slip during a date; but Lorelai was afraid Rory wouldn't keep the secret. When asked for her opinion, Rory was so excited by the prospect, but was confused why her mother and Luke just didn't get married already, and blatantly said so. Lorelai successfully dodged those questions with evasive answers, using the trial period excuse on Rory as well, which seemed to satisfy her daughter.
"Lorelai…" Luke finally said.
"Yeah," she was playing with her comforter's stitching at the hem.
Luke thought about the girls, about his selfish need to have them in his life. Sure it wasn't marriage, but it was Lorelai's way to letting him in further, and by doing so it was cementing his place in their world, so Luke turned to her and Luke said "Let's move in…" with a smile.
Lorelai squealed with happiness as she lunged at him in the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck and she adjusted to sit in his lap as she kissed him, giving him the final portion of his birthday present.
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A/N: every St Patty's Day my sis and I watch the quiet man and three cheers for the Irish (no we are not irish… we just like em!)
We always count the Duke's cigarettes for a laugh especially when he lights em takes one puff then angrily throws them away… it's funny!
A/N: Featured Refrian: inHONOR of ASP's departure from srewing our show further...
I am proud to present... So Long My Friend...
I heard your record on the telephone
It was my cousin, Joan
She picked it up from the top 40 rack and then
I read your interview in Rolling Stone
You threw the boys a bone
And so I genuinely felt obliged to call
I know You never meant to hurt us, man
We're just a baby band
You found a quicker way
To scale the wall of fame
The situation's awfully dim
Should we up and go with him?
No way no way, 1, 2, 3, 4
(chorus)
We know exactly where you are, and you're gone my friend
Don't know exactly where you're coming from
You've gone away my friend
We know exactly where you are, and you're gone my friend
Don't know exactly where you're coming from
Have you gone astray gone
I saw your video on VH-1
Looks like they spent a ton
How does it feel to be the flavor for a spell
And I remember when you used to say
"United is the way"
I never thought I'd see your light begin to fade
The situation's awfully dim
Should we up and go with him?
No way no way, 1, 2, 3, 4
(repeat chorus)
(bridge)
Don't think we don't miss you
We think about you every day
We still love you anyway
Love don't go away
There's still this burning question
I got to know Why?
What will people think when they
Ah, ah, ah hey
While this is something of fantasy
The moral of the story is
To stick with your friends
Ah, ah, ah, ah hey
Ah, ah, ah, hey
Ah, ah, ah hey, hey, 1, 2, 3, 4
(repeat chorus)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, and you're gone my friend
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, so long
You've gone away, my friend
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, and you're gone my friend
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, so long
We'll see you someday
Wish you well
Na, na, na, na, na, my friend
A/N: You all know how I like to get on my soapbox (because I have the high ground) and rant… well I have another STATEMENT that we must make TOGETHER, A plea really.
On that impending day when the Season 6 DVDs come out… PLEASE I beg you, my crack whores, my minions, my casual readers…if you loved GG ever! DO NOT BUY SEASON SIX OF GILMORE GIRLS
Reasons:
-Why would you want to shell out the dough to relive such an abysmal season, if necessary it will be syndicated in the fall I'm sure, watch it, if you HAVE TO, for free.
-Hit ASP/DP in the Royalties and DO NOT contribute to validating their HALF ASSED VINDICTIVE DRIBBLE
-IF you ABSOLUTELY MUST buy it to complete your collection… PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, if you have any love for me at all… please WAIT until Season 7 comes out (Buy season 7 FIRST then buy 6 a week later) … it won't go anywhere… it will still be there…
I want it to have the lowest preorder/first day sales of all the seasons…
Please be strong and make the STATEMENT with me… join the resistance!
I thank you for your time… my darling crack whores and fans
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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you Luke!
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R/R: PLEASE, I like to better myself. To quote The Princess Bride,
"...Remember this is for posterity ... so be honest."
Please be specific with R/R; name one (or as many as you can think of or want to mention..…) At least one specific thing you liked
Please! It makes me feel good...inside (Dirty!)
Hence the Rant option below.
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