Finn had woken up with a blinding headache. He had really overdone it this weekend. He looked at his alarm clock and saw that it read 4:24pm. He had missed his first class of the day. He would have to beg Stephanie for a copy of her notes.

Just as he was getting his bearings his phone started to ring loudly, "Ah bloody hell," he grumbled as he searched his bed sheets for the ear-assaulting device. When he finally found it, he saw it was his mother calling. He cleared his throat, so he didn't sound as hungover as he really was, "Hello mother."

"Why, if it isn't my favorite son in the whole world," his mom's high pitched voice screeched through the phone, "why is it that I'm always the one that must call you? Why do you not ever call me? I would like to hear from you time to time. Do you not care about me enough to inform me that you are still alive and well? Or am I in fact talking to the ghost of your former self?"

Finn let out an exaggerated sigh. His mom liked to lay it on thick; but that was one of the things that made their relationship fun, "Well dear mother, I've just been up to my usual; drugs, booze, and orgies. You know the usual cesspool of indecencies."

"Oh Finn you know just what to say to make your dear mother proud," she replied with a smile. Amelia Margaret Morgan was not your typical society type. She had a wicked sense of humor and didn't care who she offended. She had grown up in Hartford, her maiden name Jackson; but she had resisted the snob attitude that she was expected to adopt. She still knew how to behave like a lady and enjoyed attending the high society events to mingle with the other families, but she just didn't model her life the way they thought she should.

"So mother, to what do I owe this early wake-up call?" Finn asked mid-stretch. He finally got up and headed to his bathroom. Thanks to his mother's insistence, he and his mates had gotten an apartment off campus that was still within walking distance of the school. It was a four bedroom two bathroom apartment. He and Logan shared a connecting bathroom while Robert and Colin shared the other.

His mother laughed "Phineas Robert Morgan III, it is 4:30 in the afternoon you should have been up long ago; you had classes did you not?" She playfully scolded.

Finn had placed his mother on speaker phone in order to start his wake-up routine. "Yes mother, I'm aware that I had classes today, however I had a bit of a rough night and needed the rest." He said through a mouth full of toothpaste. When he spit it out he continued, "Besides, I only missed one class. I scheduled all my classes in the afternoons because I love sleeping in."

"Yeah yeah yeah darling, we all know you're nocturnal." His mom had tried her best to switch his sleeping habit over when he was a child, but had been wildly unsuccessful and it only grew worse when he got to college. "Well I'm not calling to reprimand you for your nightly adventures," she continued, "I'm calling to let you know that you have received an invitation to a party of sorts."

"Of sorts?" Finn echoed.

"Yes. It seems Richard and Emily Gilmore decided to throw their granddaughter a dinner party. I have heard through the grapevine that they have only invited Yale students and their families." She said in a singsong tone, "Seems the young Gilmore girl is in her sophomore year at Yale and they want her to meet as many legacy students as possible."

"Interesting," Finn replied, "And the name of their granddaughter is?"

"If I'm not mistaken, she carries the same name as her mother, Lorelai."

Finn's interest peeked. He had known that Rory's birth name was in fact that of her mother's. While he didn't know exactly what her mother's name was, he doubted there was another Gilmore going to Yale that carried the same name as her mother.

"Well mother, as you know I would not want to be one to deny this young woman a chance to meet a dashing Morgan, such as myself" Finn playfully mocked.

His mother laugh, "Alright Mr. Dashing, I'll send in our RSVPs. It will be this Friday. It says semi-formal on the invite so dress appropriately. Your father and I have also been invited, though I think your father may not make it. He has business meetings all week."

"However will we survive dear mother?" Finn joked. "I highly doubt that father could be bothered to show up for such an event. He'd be too worried about me getting pissed and embarrassing him."

"Too right you probably are Finn." She knew as well as he did that his father didn't have the highest expectation for him, "Well, my dashing son, I must let you go now. I have a reason to buy myself a new dress." He could practically hear her smile through the phone.

"Have fun mother. I love you," Finn said and then hung up on the call. He made his way back to his bed and let his thoughts run wild about the lovely Rory.