Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions, Warner Bros. Television, Netflix
So today was flat out awful. Fortunately and miraculously, we had three leftover cakes on hand to eat our feelings. It was like Thanksgiving but all sugar and all horrible. In the stuffed aftermath of it all, realizing the inability of buttercream to salve fresh wounds, I wished to be a Gilmore Girl who ate in joy than despair (save for a certain breakup). I wished to have Lorelai and Rory’s metabolisms. I wished someone had ordered about six pizzas with everything on it. And maybe a giant bowl of mac and cheese too. But mostly I wish for gentler days ahead. In the meantime, I’m gonna escape to Stars Hallow to see if a hot cup of coffee and some witty banter at Luke’s can help provide some much needed comfort.