I did really good today. I thought to myself with a sense of pride as I made my way towards the Dragonfly. I only mildly freaked out when my daughter stole my jeep and when Jess showed up, unannounced I might add, at Luke's. The only person I argued with was Luke and it was for a pretty damn good reason. I was provoked. Okay not exactly provoked but god damn he pissed me off to the point where yelling was the only option.
I want coffee.
I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at the town. It was busier now that it was early in the afternoon. Wow. Where did my day go? Oh yeah. I almost forgot. I was the mediator for the teenage mellow drama this morning. I should just go to Luke's and grab a cup of coffee. No. It's late and I have to prep the inn for a test run this weekend. They'll be coffee at the inn, I conclude as I continue on my original path towards my inn.
A few minutes later and the inn was in plain view. It is beautiful. It's such a beautiful piece of architecture and if it wasn't for Rachel taking those pictures I may have settled for something less. And Fran - I'll miss Fran - but damn that woman was stubborn. She could have just sold the property to me and could have seen how I would restore it before she died but alas that is how the cookie crumbles.
I like to think she would be proud. We saved the building and its going to be a great success. She would be proud. I know she would. And Mia - she would be thrilled beyond belief at what Sookie, Michel and I accomplished here. I wish she could be here to see it. Too bad I decided to hold the test run while she was on a cruise around the Caribbean. Oh well. She's in the tropics and I'm stuck in Connecticut. Things could be worse.
"Well look who decided to show up," the annoying voice greeted me as I entered the building. Yup they are now officially worse.
"Good morning to you to Michel," I said as I started my way into the kitchen.
"Morning?" he continued to whine as he followed me, "It is morning in California certainly not here where it is in fact one o'clock in the afternoon."
"I know what time it is Michel," I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
"You do? Oh good. Its so much better to know that you were not here this morning because you choose not to be as opposed to actually being caught up with something important."
"I'm sorry Mom." I shot back as I looked for Sookie. Surprisingly she wasn't in the kitchen. Where was she?
"I'm most certainly not your mother."
"Where's Sookie?"
"Oh you mean the other owner of the inn who actually showed up on time this morning."
"At most a three word response would have answered the question." I retorted as I started to sip my fourth cup of coffee for the day.
"She's not here. Her child took ill and therefore she had to go. She called and left a message on your voicemail but you probably didn't get that."
"How long ago did she leave?"
"About thirty minutes. If you didn't get here soon I would have left myself but then I realized if I left no one would be here to take the messages or for the deliveries. So I decided to stay."
"I'm here now Michel." I said as he followed me into my office. "So what did I miss?"
"The delivery man called about the furniture - they'll be here around three. I took the liberty of calling that wretched man Tom and told him to be here at three to help with the furniture. I took three calls about reservations for the fourth of July weekend and took the liberty of ordering lunch for myself."
"What would I do without you Michel?"
"I do not know. Perhaps you'd be filing for bankruptcy because this place would go under."
"I appreciate everything Michel."
"You're welcome Lorelai."
"Let me know when the furniture gets here," I said as I shuffled trough a stack a résumés.
"But of course," he answered sarcastically as he exited my office. I swear that man becomes more insufferable with time. I slid into the chair at my desk and shuffled through what was left of the job applications I received over the past six months.
One of the perks of running your own business is being able to hire and fire whomever you please. I so like it. I think it's the best part of the job. I mean I did have the same authority over at the Independence but its different now. This is mine. If I screw up and run this business into the ground which I won't because I have to make this work. God what if I can't make this work? What if I fail? Oh no. Oh no. I don't think I can do this.
Then I hear the tune of "Ice, Ice Baby" echo through the inn. Where did I put that god forsaken cell phone? In my purse. I start searching the office for my purse. No where in sight. Seriously how could you miss a bright orange Liz Claiborne handbag?
"Lorelai!" I hear a voice yell from the front of the inn. It suddenly has become very clear where I left my purse. "Come turn this song off before I throw your hideous bag out the window."
"Uncalled for!" I yell back as I enter the main lobby area. Michel had my bag half way out the window when I approached. "Bag please."
"It's still playing that awful music," he argued.
"I can't do anything if you're holding my bag hostage."
"Here," he said in an annoyed, firm tone as he tossed the bag in my direction. I threw my hand right into the bag and desperately fished around for my cell. God when did I put all this crap in here? Must have been the night before when I was getting ready for Liz's wedding and stuffed all the makeup and applicator brushes off my bed and into the first bag I saw which happened to be this very one.
"Aha," I said as I finally pulled my cell out from the ruble in my bag. I raised the phone to my ear, "Lorelai's house of pain where kidnapping hand bags is our game."
"Glad I got the right number. So I was wondering do you charge by the job or per number of hand bags in each job?"
"Depends on what you're looking for - are we talking a Greenwich Village or Bridgeport hand bag heist?"
"Greenwich Village but only if you can guarantee the goods."
"Only for you."
"You're definitely one in a million Lor."
"You wouldn't want it any other way."
"How are you Lor?"
"All things considered I've been good Chris." Christopher. I was expecting a call from him at some point this week either confirming or declining the invitation I sent to Sherry and him. Based upon the verbal exchange thus far and the tone in his voice - he was calling to decline.
"Are you excited?"
"Actually in panic mode right about now. I'm Sarah Michele in Simply Irresistible - completely nervous about what my guests will think about my food. Damn. I'm not even cooking am I?"
"That would be a negative but you could still have the butterflies her character had. It's only natural. You deserve every one of those butterflies Lor."
"You're not coming are you Chris?"
"Georgia is coming down with something." And it starts. Chris always managed to get caught up with other things whenever something important was going on for me or Rory for that matter. Every time things started to work out with Christopher something came up. Sherry being pregnant was the last excuse he gave me when we wanted to try to make things work and a pregnant girlfriend - not the worse excuse or road block that came between Chris and I but I am tired. Tired of waiting for him and the timing. It just isn't going to ever work out for us. I know it. Chris knows it. Rory knows it. "Sherry doesn't want to leave her for the weekend and I have an impromptu business trip to take at the end of the week. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay Chris. It's not like my guest list will be lacking besides it'll be calmer the next time we talk. Less of the up in the air than currently exists."
"What happened? Is Rory okay?"
"Physically she's perfect, a regular Elle McPherson on our hands. Emotionally? Well..."
"Are we talking Anna Nicole or Courtney Love?"
"She's not that far gone. She'll be fine Chris. You know what it's like to be young and in love."
"In love? Lor, who is he?"
Okay so my timing is not the best. I should have just hung up the phone after he told me that he wasn't going to make it. Now I've opened up Pandora's Box. Good move Lor. How do you expect to explain Rory and Jess to Chris when you don't even know what's going on? I really managed to put myself in the corner this time. Time for desperate measures. "Listen Chris, I have another call coming in and you must be busy with work so I'm gonna let you go. I'll have Rory call you."
"Lorelai."
"Bye Chris." I shot out quickly as I hit the end button on the phone. I turned and saw Michel starring at me while he taped a pen against the desk. "What now?"
"While you were on the phone arguing with your daughter's father Sookie called. Apparently the child was not sick but in fact her husband overreacted to the child's upset stomach."
"Jackson went all McMurphy because Davey had gas. Figures."
"McMurphy?"
"Jack Nicholson? Danny DeVito? One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?" Michel just stared at me as if I was trying to explain a theory on quantum physics. He was lost. Nicholson was brilliant in the movie. Crazy definitely suits him. Plus not so bad on the eyes. Back in the day he was almost a Brad. Nope he was definitely tied with Brad. Well if Brad had been the age he is now back in the day… "Never mind Michel. Never mind."
It's insane. I should have knots the size of softballs in my stomach but none. Not even the slightest bit of nerves are consuming my every being. It's because it's him. If it was anyone else in the same situation then I'd be dealing with knots the size of bowling balls. He makes me feel like me. The real me. The comfortable and secure feeling that I have in place of the nerves enables me to act like me despite the circumstances.
Seriously, can you see me talking to anyone else's car under the stressfulness that the past 24 hours has blessed us with? Okay don't answer that. It's really not necessary. I know that naming appliances isn't normal but naming cars is. Or at least that's what they tell me. And the talking of the car - not so out of the blue. They had that Disney movie with the talking car. What was the name of it? Think. Aha, Herbie. Plus that show with David Hasselhoff with the talking car. Only in both cases I think the cars talked back. Creepy.
I still think that Jess is overreacting about the whole naming of the car. It really wasn't a big deal. It's cute. Just like him. No. Scratch that. The way Jess talks about certain things is cute but Jess himself - the person in every physical aspect - he's just gorgeous. Oh god. I'm so head over heels in love with him. It's like the movie with Freddie Prinze Jr. and Monica Potter minus the whole weak in the knees to the extent they were. I mean I do get the whole weak in the knees feeling but I'm not toppling over all over the place. You know what I mean? Wait. How could you possibly know when I'm not sure I even know what I mean.
Look how adorable he is just driving his car and wearing his leather jacket like he's cool. I remember the first night I tutored him - we were driving back to the diner and I asked him if his failing out of school was a trying to be cool thing and he responded with his usual I could careless attitude. It was cute then and would still be cute now.
My head is all jumbled with the thinking thing and the flashbacking thing; I hadn't even noticed Jess trying to revamp the dead conversation. "Huh?"
He chuckled. "Figures. What is going on in that head of yours?"
"The thinking and remembering thing," I told him upfront, "but I promise you have my full attention starting exactly now."
"Sure," he nodded as he switched lanes on the highway.
"Do you doubt my attention span?"
"No. I doubt your ability to keep your head clear enough to have an in-depth conversation."
"Oh wait a second here. Since when are you the one that initiates in-depth conversation topics? And for all I know it could be something trivial just to pass the time until we get where ever it is we are going."
"By George I think she got it," he attempted to respond in a British accent but it sounded more of a cross between Boy George and Sir Elton John which I guess technically is British or English or whatever it is they are supposed to be. Whatever. Doesn't really make a difference and I'm pretty sure that the world will not end if I don't know the ethnicity of two famous people. Note I said pretty sure.
We laughed together for a few moments and before I knew it I was staring out the window again in silence. It's odd that sometimes the most comfortable thing to be in with another person is silence. Then again the most comfortable place to be with Jess was always in his arms. He had these amazing arms. They fit around me just right. There was never any extra arm length like with Dean. He was just so tall and his arms just seemed to smother me sometimes. Okay maybe it bothered me more towards the end of our relationship but nevertheless it bothered me. So that's the point. I think.
I always wonder what goes on in that head of hers. I always did. Since the first night I met her. She has this incredible vibe about her that makes you want to be around her. I don't think she even realizes how amazing she is. If she knew then she'd probably be more aware of the little things she does that drive me absolutely insane and send that impure feeling right to my - well I don't even think I have to go there. She definitely gets my blood pumping and my heart racing and all those other bodily functions that I really have no control over.
I wanted to take her to all these new places. I wanted to be the one that she could look back and say that she had the time of her life with me. Don't. Try to ignore the 'Dirty Dancing' reference that should be inserted here. What the fuck! I'm going to make the reference anyway. At least this conversation is in my head and I will not have to admit that I ever sat through that movie. Okay so if Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze could come together against all odds - and I swear to god if I ever make the cliché song reference associated with those three words I will throw myself off a bridge so help me God I will - then why couldn't Rory and I? It's possible.
Who the fuck are you kidding Mariano? I've lost my fucking mind. Rory and I are just going to settle things the right way. Make sure we have that closer thing and no regrets. No regrets? Are you fucking kidding me? I have so many regrets. Shit, I've lost count of the regrets I have and I'm the poster child for not regretting things that can't be change. Honestly, never saw myself as a person who would sit with regrets. Then again I never saw myself with someone like her. I don't know why but she's changed my life.
I glanced over to her and she was staring out the window. Silent. The way the sunlight reflected off her face was amazing and... Fuck! Stop thinking with your dick Mariano! I could feel it start to happen and I quickly adjusted myself so it wasn't noticeable. Needless to say Rory turned to see what was happening when the car jerked a bit. "What?"
"Were you planning on getting us into a car accident?"
"Not today. Besides car accidents are planned for nights that may involve learning."
"So you don't think you're going to learn anything?"
She got me on that one. The truth was I probably was about to learn a lot. I'm kind of not looking forward to the lesson I'm thinking will come out of this. "I didn't say that."
"Didn't have to. It's really kind of understood that the learning thing isn't your forte."
"School is not my forte. Any kind of learning associated with school isn't my forte and that is because I choose to not make it my forte. If I actually..."
"Jess, I know."
I knew she knew. She knows me better than anyone. Just hearing her say that she knew was reassuring. If I was going with Rory today with any expectations to try and figure out the future then that very statement would have given me that hope thing. I know better than that though.
Silence overtook the car and within minutes I pulled into our destination. I pulled into the parking lot and into the closet available space before turning off the car. "So here we are."
"Jess you know I would have been content with eating at Luke's."
"I know." Of course she would have been fine with eating at Luke's. She's eaten there practically everyday for the past ten years of her life. I seriously wonder if she would've starved to death if it wasn't for Luke. Then again they still had Al's and Weston's and every take out place in the state. Yeah she would have been fine.
"I've never eaten here before. Mom and I always talked about coming out here to eat here but we never got around to it. We have this routine and..."
"Rory?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want to go inside or do you want to go back to Stars Hallow?"
"Inside. Definitely. I'm in the mood for some good Italian food." She started to explain as she climbed out of the car.
"Good because this place has a good rep." I began as we walked toward the entrance of the restaurant.
"Kind of like you?"
"Touché."
"Jess," she said as she stopped in her tracks. I stopped to and turned to her. "This - what we are doing right now - it's just what I needed."
I should have said something. Anything but nothing. Instead I just nod my head and open the door, allowing her to go inside first. She smiled at the gesture. I'm sure she was flattered. Now I have to make it through a meal with her. Can it be civilized? That much I'm sure of. But how long will it be before the conversation turns into something about emotions? I don't know. I have no idea.
I did the only thing I could do. I shook my head, took a deep breath and prepared myself for my last supper - with Rory.
They haven't come back yet. I haven't decided if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I think it's a good thing. Actually I'm pretty sure it's a good thing. It has to be a good thing. I always thought Rory would be good for Jess but never did I imagine Jess being good for Rory. He is my nephew and I do care about him but I know Jess isn't Mr. Reliability. I think Rory used to need that. I think she still needs that but having Jess around well it adds the surprise element to her life. She needs that.
3:00 p.m. The diner is once again busy. No surprise there. No one remembers the outburst this morning for me. Even if they do. It's on to new business for the town. I grabbed the pot of coffee from behind me and start to make my rounds.
"Luke."
"What is it Taylor?"
"We need to discuss the matter of your hoodlum nephew moving back to town. Now if..."
"No."
"But if he's moving back..."
"Can it Taylor."
"Luke I can't have Jess running around unsupervised."
"He's nineteen."
"Precisely. We can't have him causing trouble around town like the last time. He's damaged public property and..."
"For one second let's pretend Jess is moving back."
"Alright."
"He's nineteen. I'm no longer his guardian. In fact he no longer has a guardian. He's legal Taylor. I can't force him to listen to me."
"But you have to set boundaries Luke. He is still your nephew and he needs..."
"Where do you think you live Taylor? Amish country where kids live at home until their married. He's an adult. I can't control him."
"Now Luke."
"I'm not doing this Taylor."
"But..."
"Out."
"Excuse me."
"Out."
"You can't..."
"As the owner of this diner I have the right to refuse service to any customer. Frankly, Taylor your a pain in the ass and I don't feel like servicing you. Now get out."
"This will be discussed at the town meeting," he said in a huff as he turned to exit.
"Looking forward to it!" I yelled back. I hate town meetings almost as much as I hate Taylor. Nope. I hate Taylor more. The entire town is just so screwed up. Everyone knows everyone's business. God Jess just got here a couple hours ago and already I have to listen to Taylor's bitching and moaning. I just have to continue making my rounds like Taylor never happened. Imagine the world without Taylor. It's a great place.
"How was Liz's wedding?"
"You were there Babette."
"I know doll but you see its so much more interesting coming from your point of view."
"Just ask."
"Ask what doll?"
"Whatever it is that you want me to tell you but you don't want to ask."
"I have no idea what you mean."
"I'm leaving," I said as I started to make my way away from her table.
"What happened with Lorelai?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well the two of you went together, you danced which was so cute by the way and rumor has it you went back to her place."
"So what's the question?"
"Are you two an item doll?"
"We're friends. She went with me to my sister's wedding. We danced. I walked her home and we had a conversation. It's nothing out of our normal routine."
"Doll, we all know. We've all known since Lorelai walked into the diner for the first time and you've waited."
"I really don't need this right now."
"We were all just kind of hoping that this was it."
"We're friends. Leave it at that."
"Alright doll face," Babette gave in. I knew she wanted to add more but she knew I wasn't talking. I'm not the type to share my relationship with the town. So Lorelai and I aren't in a relationship. We'll we are friends and that is a relationship but it isn't the type of relationship I want with her. Babette's right. I was hoping that this was it. This still could be it. The timing it just seems right. Those self help books are ridiculous. The ideas they burn into your brain never leave. It's a sickness.
The bell on the door rang as I was going through the days receipts. The patron sat at the counter and without looking up I asked, "What can I get for you?"
"Coffee and forgiveness. They kind of go hand in hand right now."
I looked up and there she is at the counter where she always sat this time of day. "I think that it can be arranged."
"I'm so sorry about this morning Luke. I overreacted but I talked to Rory and I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was wrong."
I poured her favorite beverage into the mug in front of her. "It was a rough morning. We both said things we didn't mean."
"So you really don't hate Kirk?"
"Don't push it."
"You know I talked to her about Jess."
"I figured that much when you said that you talked to Rory."
"She loves him. She even mentioned something along the lines of him reaching soul mate status."
"Really? I didn't know she was that serious about Jess."
"I know. She should not be looking for her soul mate. She's nineteen years old. What happened to the whole college dating and meeting new people? What ever happened to Mr. Right Now instead of Mr. Right?"
"She's Rory. She's special. Maybe she doesn't need to date and meet new people to know she found the one."
"Come on Luke. I'm thirty-five years old and I'm not even sure if I've ever been in that kind of love where you feel like someone is your soul mate. Have you?"
Don't make me answer this. If I tell her the truth. Bad. If I lie. Bad. "I don't think so."
"See. That's why I know my concern is justified. I don't think that Jess is returning the seriousness Rory is. She doesn't deserve to be hurt by him - again. Does he see her as the one? His soul mate?"
"He loves her."
"I'm just starting to let that one sink in. You know I never really liked Jess."
"I couldn't tell." I answered in a highly sarcastic tone. A normal response and tone for the matter considering the topic of discussion.
"Sadist."
"And the award for comment from the farthest point of left field goes to..."
"Stop."
"That had nothing to do with anything we were just talking about."
"You're right."
"It's about Rory and Jess."
"Yeah."
"Well did she see him?"
"They took off a couple hours ago. There was a small discussion here before they left." Before she even said anything I answered her. "I don't know where they went."
"You read my mind."
"A task which very few are capable of."
"Agreed."
"Do you want to order anything?"
"The coffee is fine. I have to get back to the inn in a little while."
"How is that coming?"
"Good all things considered. I got a lecture from Michel on my punctuality and Sookie had a crisis with Jackson and Davey."
"Is everything alright?"
"Oh yeah. Jackson had a freak out equivalent to that of one Billy Bibbit because Davey had some acid reflux."
"I see."
"You're still coming this weekend right?"
"I wouldn't miss it."
"Because you don't have to come. I mean if you want to cancel you can."
"Who cancelled?"
"Christopher. I don't know why it's bothering me so much. I guess I just wanted to prove to him that even though I raised Rory I was still able to make things happen."
"You wanted him to be proud of you."
"Maybe. On some level. I don't even know. I don't even care anymore. I have you coming right?"
"Only way I'm missing it is if I'm six feet under."
"So let's go lock you in that padded room because you know you can die at any moment."
"Lorelai."
"You can get struck by lightening, hit by a bus; your roof could collapse on you or a car accident. There's a fatal car accident like every six minutes."
"There's no lightening, only one bus runs through Stars Hallow and every time it's out there I'm in here. My roof is fine and if I die in a car accident it wasn't my fault."
"Don't pick on the paranoid."
"I'm picking on the insane. Big difference."
"Mean."
"More coffee?"
"I'm thinking that may be the stupidest question you've ever asked me. More coffee? Have you met me?"
"I forgot that I'm dealing with Whitney Houston - the chronic addict."
"Coffee is not cocaine. And I'm pretty sure that there is a grammatical error in what you just said."
"Both will kill you."
"Coffee may be the cause of my death but only if I'm blessed enough to marry you," she paused for a second before continuing. She was embarrassed about her slip of the tongue. She just made me feel so much better about where this thing with us was heading. I think we are finally on the same page. At least I'm pretty sure we are. Okay so we are at least reading the same book. "Or someone like you is what I meant to say. Anyway, I'll be on my death bed and you or the person like you will deprive me of coffee and I'll die because I need it to survive."
"But you are on your death bed. You're dying anyway."
"Not the point."
"New topic. This conversation has been nothing but morbid since we started discussing the opening of the inn."
"Good point. Besides if one of us dies then we can't go out Sunday for that movie."
"You still want to go?"
"You asked. I accepted. It's kind of implied in the answer given that I want to go. I wouldn't have accepted otherwise."
"Good. Any ideas what you want to see?"
"You're talking to the queen of movie rentals. I've seen 'Pretty Woman' seventeen times, 'Casablanca' twelve, 'Ocean's Eleven' eight, 'St. Elmo's Fire' four although I don't remember why and I've seen 'War of the Worlds' twice."
"So pretty much you've seen every movie that has ever been made."
"Not every. I still haven't made it through any movies starring Norma Jean Baker or the King himself."
"We'll its up to you."
"I'll have to take it under careful advisement. Right now I just want to get through the test run this weekend."
"You should get back to the inn."
"You may be right sir," she said as she finished the last sip of coffee in her mug. She went to pull out some money from her purse.
"Don't worry about it."
"Seriously?"
"Consider it a gift."
"Thanks."
"And here," I said as I handed her a fresh cup of coffee in my paten to-go mug.
"And this?"
"A collateral benefit."
"If I get all this just from being your friend I can't imagine what I'd get if we were -" she stopped mid-sentence as she was already half way out the door, "-you know what... never mind. I'll see you later Luke."
"Bye Lor," I said as I watched her leave the diner. Damn those jeans looked good on her. Her body has this unique shape that I have yet to see on another woman. And her eyes are just so big and full of life - she's perfect. It's hard to believe that after almost ten years, countless conversations, arguments, and a few very vivid dreams that we've never even come close to crossing that line. It's amazing that it took us that long to get to this point. To the point were having one of the conversations like we just had wasn't completely awkward for the both of us.
It's easy to offer a clear perspective of the entire goings on in Stars Hallow when you aren't personally involved with anyone. Being the town troubadour has given me this opportunity. I've been witness to many of the occurrences between the two sets of star crossed lovers and it must be said that living in a place that bears a name similar to their titles only makes it more interesting.
Star Crossed. If you ask me for the definition this is what you'll get: two people that are destined to fall in love but due to circumstances surrounding each of their personal lives, the process of them actually coming together as one, and being accepted as one, is that much harder. Have you ever seen two more perfect examples?
Stars Hallow. A small town that is almost near nonexistent. Break down the word 'hallow' and associate it to the meaning of star crossed you get a place in which the only hearts that exist appear to be empty and the need to fill that hollowness makes the star crossed lovers only that much more determined.
Luke and Lorelai. Those two have been in love for as long as I can remember. It's a damn shame that neither of them has had the courage over the past ten years to take a giant leap over the line they carefully treaded over - friends or lovers. They have a Lucy/Ricky relationship - they argue like no two other people I've ever seen. There is so much passion and emotion that it makes the time they are mad at the other miserable for both of them. In hind sight, they can turn around and laugh about it - realizing that maybe it wasn't all that important to begin with... sometimes even forgetting why the argument started in the first place. Just like a married couple would. Mark my words ladies and gentleman of Stars Hallow, these two will have the wedding of the century around this time next year. It's going to happen.
Rory and Jess. I've watched Rory grow up from afar into this beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman who only deserves the best. Someone who is capable of giving her everything she's ever wanted and more. As far as first impressions go, I would have never expected it to be Jess. It was obvious from the first time I saw them together. They had been talking near the town green and you could just see Rory's face light up with excitement as she talked to him and I saw Jess' face - I like to think of myself as the first person in the town to see him express any sort of emotion - he was completely intoxicated by Rory.
And they are the perfect example of a modern day Romeo and Juliet. Every single obstacle that could prevent them from being together was there. Lorelai disapproved of Jess, Rory was dating Dean, and the list goes on. But they were able to be together and they were happy. Then the odds stacked against them for the second time and Jess was gone. Rory was miserable. Jess was miserable. And every thing that has happened brings them to where they are now. In a place where the only obstacle they have to overcome to be together is each other.
It's a crazy mixed up world out there and living in Stars Hallow makes it ten times more interesting. The people that you meet, the friends that you make, the memories you carry and the love that you experience make an outside observer, like me, very happy. All that I ever want for everyone is for them to find the one they love and be happy. That's all I could ever ask for my friends, my family. It seems funny that I can call them that when most of the time I never speak with them but I care for them in a way no one could ever understand.