-The poor guy who thought I was winking/flirting with him this morning. Sorry, dude, it's 5am and my contact got folded up in my eye. The only thing I'm trying to proposition is a bagel. Plus, you're wearing a Looney Tunes shirt with the Tazmanian Devil on it, and I've always been more of a Marvin girl.
-LaGuardia Airport, who decided that blasting Phil Collins at the buttcrack of dawn was exactly what we needed to get this day off to the right start.
-Nikki Reed, for reminding me that Us Magazine is wrong. Stars are not just like us. Because I definitely did not look as good as she did this morning at the airport (Exhibit A: cream cheese in my hair from aforementioned bagel).
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
I'm Lovin It: Things I'm Digging This Week V. 9
Bonjour! Bienvenue! I just noticed that I'm getting a big spike in readers from France, so dear Frenchmen, I have no clue what's led you here, but welcome! Stay awhile and make yourself comfortable.
Back to business. When I was younger, my aunt had a dog named Tara. Tara would sometimes break into her dog food stash and eat and eat...and eat and eat and eat. Then, completely engorged and full, she'd crawl under my aunt's bed and cry to herself, completely having a pity party. Today, fresh off the heels of two massive meals with folks I love, I kinda wanna do the same. If I could figure out how to fit under my bed and cry, I totally would but for now, I'll have to settle for groaning away, looking up at my ceiling. There's gotta be a word for this. I feel like that girl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory who they have to roll away. All of that to say, I'm a little distracted (and honestly, a little drunk right now) but here are my top picks of the week:
Back to business. When I was younger, my aunt had a dog named Tara. Tara would sometimes break into her dog food stash and eat and eat...and eat and eat and eat. Then, completely engorged and full, she'd crawl under my aunt's bed and cry to herself, completely having a pity party. Today, fresh off the heels of two massive meals with folks I love, I kinda wanna do the same. If I could figure out how to fit under my bed and cry, I totally would but for now, I'll have to settle for groaning away, looking up at my ceiling. There's gotta be a word for this. I feel like that girl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory who they have to roll away. All of that to say, I'm a little distracted (and honestly, a little drunk right now) but here are my top picks of the week:
- So, I think we've established by this point that I love me some Aaron Sorkin. The only thing I like more than Aaron Sorkin is an Aaron Sorkin parody and Seth Meyers' this past week was top notch (though honestly, Seth, from me to you, why is the rest of your show not this funny? SHAME SHAME SHAME). I've basically sent this to all the people I know who love The West Wing already, so some of you may have already seen this but damn, it's worth sharing out far and wide.
- I loved the story of Patrick, a deaf teen in Uganda. For fifteen years, Patrick has not been able to communicate with his family, members of the community, other than through very rudimentary gestures because sign language isn't available/taught in his home. This video shows footage of Patrick's very first sign language class, after a sign language teacher finally comes to his community in Africa. I dare you to watch it without tearing up just a little.
- I kinda wish I could make this my ringtone.
- So a total confession about me: I LOVE messing with Siri on my phone. It is by far one of the dorkiest, lamest things about me (which says plenty, just trust), but sometimes I will literally sit for 30 minutes just messing with her, asking her to be my friend, questioning whether she's Her, trying to do knock knock jokes with her, etc. So Siri related humor is already up my alley. Add Taylor Swift to that (yes, I know, I'm giving her another shout out here) and I'm all over it.
- These windshield wipers are the only reason I think I'd ever want to drive a car again.
- Haley Morris-Cafiero's art is so important--and pretty biting at that. Haley's angle: capturing and criticizing our society's way of interacting with and commenting on overweight/obese individuals. Morris-Cafiero basically sets up cameras in public spaces to capture the looks that people give her regarding her size. The results are pretty damning, really sad, and should make us all think twice about how we respond to people who are overweight.
- I think we all need just a small dose of panda triplets in our lives.
- My friend Sita has slowly turned me into a cat person. I don't know how it happened! But the transformation is complete. I happened across this video this past week documenting what happened when researchers unleashed kittens on stressed out people! (Someone find me one of these glass boxes, stat).
- My love of stationary and cards is pretty infamous amongst my group of friends; I get teased about it plenty but honestly, I have a pretty good sense of humor about it at this point. Yes, I have a PaperSource problem and could probably take it down a notch when it comes to sending out cards to people with sentimental platitudes or ridiculous inside joke drawings. No, I don't plan on changing my behavior or doing anything differently. Anyway, I've been bugging out a little because I think I'm not going to send out Christmas cards this year; my friend Ryan sent this to me in response (I think, really as just torture. Bad Ryan!) There's some really funny ones here (I particularly like 5, 9, 10, and 24).
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Verklempt
I've long waited for a moment where I could organically use "verklempt" to describe my personal state of being. I blame this on my having watched way too much Coffee Talk as a child.
But I digress.
Today, I found out my favorite diner in New York City, the Edison Cafe, is closing its doors, likely within a month's time. Naturally, the first thing I did was call my mother in a panic. To most people, this reaction would probably seem weird (and maybe it is) but my mother understood it. The Edison's a titan in the theatre district, an institution that's welcomed many of the theatre greats through its doors over the past twenty years. Don't believe me? Neil Simon literally wrote a play about it and Neil--he knows his stuff.
There's a part of me that's hugely sad to see such an important part of New York theatre history shut its doors; plus, I find something utterly charming and romantic about the rush and clanging noises of a great diner. More than that though, I'm sad to see this place go for personal reasons. As an adult, and as a New Yorker, I've spent a lot of time trying to find places that really felt like mine. Maybe it's watching too many episodes of Friends or Cheers (I know, again with the TV!) but I feel like I've been constantly on the lookout for places that made me feel comfortable, welcomE, or like they just fit. The Edison was one of those places.
For plenty of people, this probably wouldn't make sense. Walking into the Edison, it doesn't seem like much of anything special. The theatre posters are hung a little crookedly, the signs are handwritten, the paint's yellowing a bit. However, based on the uproar that erupted once the closing was announced, it's clear I'm not alone in feeling connected to the place. For me, the Edison was far more than a hole in the wall with great matzo ball soup or a killer blintz; it's been a marker in so many of my important memories here. It's one of the first places I came when I first visited NYC at age 19, it plays a prominent role in what's easily one of the happiest memories of my life and the moment I decided I needed to move here after college. Every year when my mom is here, without fail, we make it an event to go here (and we always order the same thing; cheeseburger deluxe with a Diet Coke, no pickle). We've sat at those tables, year after year, as life has zoomed by. Our conversations have changed--from next semester's classes to 401Ks, from heartbreak to the pangs of a new love, from figuring out where the closest IKEA was to what couch was the best investment. I've grown up inside these walls and while my life has changed so much in the seven years since I first came here, this place has stayed the same. There's been something really comforting about knowing that in a life that felt like it was moving and changing so quickly and a city that wouldn't stop doing that either, there was this one place that felt suspended in time, stable, safe.
I'll be sad to see the Edison go. The girl in the left booth will have to find a new place to haunt. Maybe its closing is a sign of the times. Maybe it's another reminder that I have to stop making a home for myself in places, and instead need to make a home within myself, so that sense of safety and stability with go with me wherever I go, because things are going to keep changing.
But I digress.
Today, I found out my favorite diner in New York City, the Edison Cafe, is closing its doors, likely within a month's time. Naturally, the first thing I did was call my mother in a panic. To most people, this reaction would probably seem weird (and maybe it is) but my mother understood it. The Edison's a titan in the theatre district, an institution that's welcomed many of the theatre greats through its doors over the past twenty years. Don't believe me? Neil Simon literally wrote a play about it and Neil--he knows his stuff.
There's a part of me that's hugely sad to see such an important part of New York theatre history shut its doors; plus, I find something utterly charming and romantic about the rush and clanging noises of a great diner. More than that though, I'm sad to see this place go for personal reasons. As an adult, and as a New Yorker, I've spent a lot of time trying to find places that really felt like mine. Maybe it's watching too many episodes of Friends or Cheers (I know, again with the TV!) but I feel like I've been constantly on the lookout for places that made me feel comfortable, welcomE, or like they just fit. The Edison was one of those places.
For plenty of people, this probably wouldn't make sense. Walking into the Edison, it doesn't seem like much of anything special. The theatre posters are hung a little crookedly, the signs are handwritten, the paint's yellowing a bit. However, based on the uproar that erupted once the closing was announced, it's clear I'm not alone in feeling connected to the place. For me, the Edison was far more than a hole in the wall with great matzo ball soup or a killer blintz; it's been a marker in so many of my important memories here. It's one of the first places I came when I first visited NYC at age 19, it plays a prominent role in what's easily one of the happiest memories of my life and the moment I decided I needed to move here after college. Every year when my mom is here, without fail, we make it an event to go here (and we always order the same thing; cheeseburger deluxe with a Diet Coke, no pickle). We've sat at those tables, year after year, as life has zoomed by. Our conversations have changed--from next semester's classes to 401Ks, from heartbreak to the pangs of a new love, from figuring out where the closest IKEA was to what couch was the best investment. I've grown up inside these walls and while my life has changed so much in the seven years since I first came here, this place has stayed the same. There's been something really comforting about knowing that in a life that felt like it was moving and changing so quickly and a city that wouldn't stop doing that either, there was this one place that felt suspended in time, stable, safe.
I'll be sad to see the Edison go. The girl in the left booth will have to find a new place to haunt. Maybe its closing is a sign of the times. Maybe it's another reminder that I have to stop making a home for myself in places, and instead need to make a home within myself, so that sense of safety and stability with go with me wherever I go, because things are going to keep changing.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Does Time Warner not understand...
...that when my cable and internet are down, I am forced to be left alone with my thoughts which is completely unacceptable.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
I'm Lovin It: Things I'm Digging This Week V.6
- It's widely known amongst my group of friends that one of my favorite movies is You've Got Mail. I honestly find it impossible to watch this movie and be in a bad mood. I get Kathleen Kelly; I really do and I find the idea of falling in love with someone's words utterly charming. I also have a pretty silly sense of humor, so you can imagine my delight when I read about a girl who responded to all Tinder messages with dialogue from the movie. I really think someone out there needs to find the last guy in article and marry him.
- Kate turned me on to "Riptide" when she was in town last week and I listened to it on repeat for days; coupled with the fact that I generally think Taylor Swift is killing it these days, I love this cover that she did. So many things I love collide!
- Sound of Music junkie that I am, I really appreciated this comedic rewrite of "How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria."
- This Gone Girl inspired image; the sex scene from that movie is basically giving me night terrors but this cartoon makes me chuckle (as much as one can chuckle about a sociopath).
- I might be a little late to the party here, but thanks to my book club, I finally got around to reading Unbroken, the story of Louis Zamperini, the American Olympian who was stranded at sea for 46 days, only to be held prisoner in a gruesome POW camp. There's a movie adaptation coming out this Christmas but the real story is phenomenal, and I loved getting to learn more about real life Louis (he was a pretty precious old man).
- Consider this your yearly reminder to rewatch the Scream trilogy (Warning: Spoilers ahead!)
- Thanks, Zach, for saying what we all want to say to Justin Bieber.
- I think Malala is a tremendous and fascinating individual. Here's a quick read on her and a TED Talk her father gave, which I loved.
- "Perfectionism doesn't protect us": I can't lie, I have been talking about perfectionism and vulnerability a lot with my therapist and how much I try to do everything just right to feel like I have some sense of security, stability, and control over my life. I'm ruminating on this idea a lot so this video felt particularly timely.
- Minute 1:06. 100% chance of Puppy Hugs. YES. If only it were true!
Whatever Happened to those Gilmore Girls?
NB: If you're not familiar with Gilmore Girls, you're really not going to get anything out of this post. Never fear, there's plenty of other content to enjoy on this page. Or better yet, go to damn Netflix and educate yourself.
I love TV. I'm not even going to try to pretend that I'm above all that. I can happily sit down and devour a book or I can lay in bed watching hour upon hour of television. Either one's perfectly lovely to me.
My best friend, Kate, was in town this past weekend to help me with some health related stuff, and while plenty of the weekend's conversation was heavy, our conversation turned to lighter fare, and as it somehow always does...Gilmore Girls. Despite the fact that we have been quoting, debating, and analyzing this show since we met eight years ago, we still somehow have not managed to run out of things to talk about when it comes to our GG. We started chatting through this recent article where someone outlined what they thought happened to the characters after the show ended. Now, when you love characters as much as Kate and I love these ladies and gents, you care deeply about what happens to them but I have to say, I think this article got some things right, but we have a difference of opinion about a number of things. So here's my vision for now it all worked out...
Lorelei and Paul Anka (the dog, not the person) showed up at Luke's the day after Rory left to pack up his stuff and move him into her place. After some encouragement from Richard, she started serving as an independent consultant to innkeepers across New England; she and Sookie started holding workshops for people interested in opening their own inns across the country, making an effort to provide useful content and good snacks, two things the workshops they had attended sorely lacked. She continued to have offers to franchise the Dragonfly or open another inn but ultimately didn't want a job that took her too far from home, especially now that she was finally learning how to use her oven and her stove for things other than sweater and clothes storage. Plus, with the dawning of Netflix Instant, binge watching trash TV and movies had taken on all new meaning and someone had to make sure Luke caught up on his pop culture education. Luke and Lorelei got married in early January 2009 when Rory was able to make it home for a long weekend before the inauguration. The ceremony was small--outside, under the chuppah Luke built years ago--with April, T.J., Liz, Sookie, Jackson, Rory, Jess, and the Gilmores in attendance--followed by a celebration at the diner with the town afterwards. It wasn't quite the winter Russian Romanov wedding Emily had envisioned but she was happy just to have been invited, since her daughter seemed to have a penchant for cancelling weddings or eloping, so this was a nice change of pace. Lorelei pretended she didn't hear her mother's comments under her breath because with snow and Rory and Luke there, it was quite simply the perfect day.
Try as he might, Luke couldn't convince Lorelei to go completely off of coffee while she was pregnant. They named their son William after his dad and he bought a new Nationals baseball cap to celebrate the occasion, since he and Lorelei were in DC visiting Rory when she went into labor. He looked forward to April's visits during the year and when she enrolled at Wesleyan near Stars Hollow, he converted the garage into a full fledged bedroom so she'd have a comfortable place to escape to away from campus. He tried changing or altering the Luke's Diner menu several times but it rarely stuck. The one edit that stayed? A non-sequitur story Lorelai wrote about Paul Anka that went on the back of the menu. Next to the hardware order Luke's dad wrote on the wall behind the counter are the carved names of all the Danes/Gilmore clan.
Rory struggled initially on the campaign trail; her first few months were lonely and long. One of the youngest on the bus, she didn't immediately click with her colleagues and many of her fellow journalists were skeptical given her inexperience. She patiently worked hard on her pieces, hoping her work could speak for itself, and spent her spare time writing home to Lorelei and Lane and sending postcards to Paris, Jess, and Lucy and Olivia. After helping her more seasoned busmate Maggie when her cameraman was too drunk to focus the camera for a segment, she had an ally and from that point on, she felt more comfortable on the campaign trail . The night Obama was elected, caught up in the high emotions of the night, she called Logan for the first time in years. She visited him in San Francisco for a few days and while there were still sparks, it was clear that their lives were moving in different directions but she finally felt like she had some closure. She joined the White House Press Corps and moved to D.C., loving that she'd finally found a place where people spoke as quickly as her and her mother. Her primary focus was work, not romance, and that was more than fine with her, as she took on additional side projects, networked, and went home whenever she could to visit her brother. She went on a few disastrous dates which proved to be good fodder for her weekly calls with Lorelei.
True to his word, Doyle follows Paris wherever she goes, first to Boston for Harvard Medical School and then to Philadelphia for her cardiology residency. The Geller-McMasters finally settled in New York, the only city in the world that could possibly keep up with Paris' pace. Paris is quickly climbing the ranks at her hospital and having co-authored several important studies, is also becoming known in the wider medical community. Doyle works for CNN and together, he and Paris live a highly overscheduled life as they work and raise their two children Wyatt and Eleanor. Luckily, Nanny is with them to help.
Kirk and Lulu took over the dance studio once Miss Patty passed away and Cat Kirk remains a permanent fixture there, a favorite among all the students, friendly to all humans except Human Kirk. Lulu and Kirk still live with his mother, and Lulu makes a picnic basket for Kirk every year.
Though young Lane shuddered at the suggestion that she was well suited for a life in sales, adult Lane's accepted that she has a gift for it. She co-owns the music shop with Sophie now and has found her niche. She's got a knack for managing the books and really loves helping people discover and explore their love for music. Kwan loves the bass and gets lessons from his Uncle Brian but Steve is more interested in school, church, and community service (and really doesn't get why his mom keeps harping on The Clash and The Jam). Zack is mostly gone and away on tour so Mrs. Kim helps Lane raise the boys. In a weird way, much like Rory and Lorelei, Lane and Mrs. Kim ended up being the great love of each others' lives.
Jess' publishing house in Philadelphia goes under and he takes that as an opportunity to move to Boston. After self publishing his next novel online, he joined a larger publishing firm as a reader; while there's a part of him that feels like he's sold out, he also loves that he has the opportunity to get paid to read and decide what material makes it to his boss' desk to be considered for print. He and Rory stay in touch to varying degrees for several years, reconnecting more significantly at Lorelai and Luke's wedding as they trade war stories from the dating scene and talk through book recommendations for each other. When he's in D.C. for the launch of a new book, they grab drinks which turns into dinner which turns into a late night walking around D.C.'s Historic District. From that point on, they're together. A little older, a little wiser, and both more clear on who they are and how they fit together.
Dean moved out of Stars Hollow shortly after his second (third?) break up with Rory. He found a number of different construction opportunities in Philadelphia and while his stint there was initially meant to be temporary, he ended up making the city his permanent home. He lives in the suburbs with his wife Robin and by all accounts, their life is good. She teaches preschool and cooks dinner from scratch every night and he coaches their son's pee wee baseball team. He saw Paris once at a grocery store and hid behind the bread.
After a proper period of mourning for Chin-Chin, Michel got another Chow. He named her Celine. He thinks Celine (the dog and the person) are better than most other living beings. He's still trying to reach his goal weight and is anxiously awaiting Barbra Streisand and Celine Dion's next tours.
Sookie and Lorelei joke that her third child, Sadie, is destined to be "the older woman" in William's life. Though the kids and the inn keep her busy she finds the time to write a cookbook after the inn's success creates increased interest in her recipes. Writing the cookbook is one of the most anxiety inducing experiences of her life (she manages to throw out her back, burn her hand, and nearly chop of her fingers all while caught up in the stress storm of trying to create new recipes and decide on the right combination of dishes to include). The book's a modest success until Oprah features it in her magazine, at which point it goes to the top of the charts. Jackson doesn't have to worry about crunching numbers on his calculator anymore. After the book's success, she's presented with the opportunity to open up a farm to table restaurant with Jackson and while they're both compelled by the idea, for now her dreams are closer to home. She gets stopped on the street a lot for looking a lot like the woman who was in Bridesmaids.
Richard and Emily still have Friday night dinner with Lorelei but since William was born, they alternate hosting responsibilities with Lorelei and Luke. These dinners are still full of plenty passive aggression but love too, and Richard and Emily are determined to be in their grandson's life from the start, even if it means accepting more diner food and take out into their lives. Since they've spent more time in town, Emily's also found a friend in Taylor Doose, much to Luke's chagrin and Lorelei's amusement. Just as he had with Rory, Richard brings books from his library over for April when she is in town and he still tries to take Luke and William to the club for golf.
I love TV. I'm not even going to try to pretend that I'm above all that. I can happily sit down and devour a book or I can lay in bed watching hour upon hour of television. Either one's perfectly lovely to me.
My best friend, Kate, was in town this past weekend to help me with some health related stuff, and while plenty of the weekend's conversation was heavy, our conversation turned to lighter fare, and as it somehow always does...Gilmore Girls. Despite the fact that we have been quoting, debating, and analyzing this show since we met eight years ago, we still somehow have not managed to run out of things to talk about when it comes to our GG. We started chatting through this recent article where someone outlined what they thought happened to the characters after the show ended. Now, when you love characters as much as Kate and I love these ladies and gents, you care deeply about what happens to them but I have to say, I think this article got some things right, but we have a difference of opinion about a number of things. So here's my vision for now it all worked out...
Lorelei and Paul Anka (the dog, not the person) showed up at Luke's the day after Rory left to pack up his stuff and move him into her place. After some encouragement from Richard, she started serving as an independent consultant to innkeepers across New England; she and Sookie started holding workshops for people interested in opening their own inns across the country, making an effort to provide useful content and good snacks, two things the workshops they had attended sorely lacked. She continued to have offers to franchise the Dragonfly or open another inn but ultimately didn't want a job that took her too far from home, especially now that she was finally learning how to use her oven and her stove for things other than sweater and clothes storage. Plus, with the dawning of Netflix Instant, binge watching trash TV and movies had taken on all new meaning and someone had to make sure Luke caught up on his pop culture education. Luke and Lorelei got married in early January 2009 when Rory was able to make it home for a long weekend before the inauguration. The ceremony was small--outside, under the chuppah Luke built years ago--with April, T.J., Liz, Sookie, Jackson, Rory, Jess, and the Gilmores in attendance--followed by a celebration at the diner with the town afterwards. It wasn't quite the winter Russian Romanov wedding Emily had envisioned but she was happy just to have been invited, since her daughter seemed to have a penchant for cancelling weddings or eloping, so this was a nice change of pace. Lorelei pretended she didn't hear her mother's comments under her breath because with snow and Rory and Luke there, it was quite simply the perfect day.
Try as he might, Luke couldn't convince Lorelei to go completely off of coffee while she was pregnant. They named their son William after his dad and he bought a new Nationals baseball cap to celebrate the occasion, since he and Lorelei were in DC visiting Rory when she went into labor. He looked forward to April's visits during the year and when she enrolled at Wesleyan near Stars Hollow, he converted the garage into a full fledged bedroom so she'd have a comfortable place to escape to away from campus. He tried changing or altering the Luke's Diner menu several times but it rarely stuck. The one edit that stayed? A non-sequitur story Lorelai wrote about Paul Anka that went on the back of the menu. Next to the hardware order Luke's dad wrote on the wall behind the counter are the carved names of all the Danes/Gilmore clan.
Rory struggled initially on the campaign trail; her first few months were lonely and long. One of the youngest on the bus, she didn't immediately click with her colleagues and many of her fellow journalists were skeptical given her inexperience. She patiently worked hard on her pieces, hoping her work could speak for itself, and spent her spare time writing home to Lorelei and Lane and sending postcards to Paris, Jess, and Lucy and Olivia. After helping her more seasoned busmate Maggie when her cameraman was too drunk to focus the camera for a segment, she had an ally and from that point on, she felt more comfortable on the campaign trail . The night Obama was elected, caught up in the high emotions of the night, she called Logan for the first time in years. She visited him in San Francisco for a few days and while there were still sparks, it was clear that their lives were moving in different directions but she finally felt like she had some closure. She joined the White House Press Corps and moved to D.C., loving that she'd finally found a place where people spoke as quickly as her and her mother. Her primary focus was work, not romance, and that was more than fine with her, as she took on additional side projects, networked, and went home whenever she could to visit her brother. She went on a few disastrous dates which proved to be good fodder for her weekly calls with Lorelei.
True to his word, Doyle follows Paris wherever she goes, first to Boston for Harvard Medical School and then to Philadelphia for her cardiology residency. The Geller-McMasters finally settled in New York, the only city in the world that could possibly keep up with Paris' pace. Paris is quickly climbing the ranks at her hospital and having co-authored several important studies, is also becoming known in the wider medical community. Doyle works for CNN and together, he and Paris live a highly overscheduled life as they work and raise their two children Wyatt and Eleanor. Luckily, Nanny is with them to help.
Kirk and Lulu took over the dance studio once Miss Patty passed away and Cat Kirk remains a permanent fixture there, a favorite among all the students, friendly to all humans except Human Kirk. Lulu and Kirk still live with his mother, and Lulu makes a picnic basket for Kirk every year.
Though young Lane shuddered at the suggestion that she was well suited for a life in sales, adult Lane's accepted that she has a gift for it. She co-owns the music shop with Sophie now and has found her niche. She's got a knack for managing the books and really loves helping people discover and explore their love for music. Kwan loves the bass and gets lessons from his Uncle Brian but Steve is more interested in school, church, and community service (and really doesn't get why his mom keeps harping on The Clash and The Jam). Zack is mostly gone and away on tour so Mrs. Kim helps Lane raise the boys. In a weird way, much like Rory and Lorelei, Lane and Mrs. Kim ended up being the great love of each others' lives.
Jess' publishing house in Philadelphia goes under and he takes that as an opportunity to move to Boston. After self publishing his next novel online, he joined a larger publishing firm as a reader; while there's a part of him that feels like he's sold out, he also loves that he has the opportunity to get paid to read and decide what material makes it to his boss' desk to be considered for print. He and Rory stay in touch to varying degrees for several years, reconnecting more significantly at Lorelai and Luke's wedding as they trade war stories from the dating scene and talk through book recommendations for each other. When he's in D.C. for the launch of a new book, they grab drinks which turns into dinner which turns into a late night walking around D.C.'s Historic District. From that point on, they're together. A little older, a little wiser, and both more clear on who they are and how they fit together.
Dean moved out of Stars Hollow shortly after his second (third?) break up with Rory. He found a number of different construction opportunities in Philadelphia and while his stint there was initially meant to be temporary, he ended up making the city his permanent home. He lives in the suburbs with his wife Robin and by all accounts, their life is good. She teaches preschool and cooks dinner from scratch every night and he coaches their son's pee wee baseball team. He saw Paris once at a grocery store and hid behind the bread.
After a proper period of mourning for Chin-Chin, Michel got another Chow. He named her Celine. He thinks Celine (the dog and the person) are better than most other living beings. He's still trying to reach his goal weight and is anxiously awaiting Barbra Streisand and Celine Dion's next tours.
Sookie and Lorelei joke that her third child, Sadie, is destined to be "the older woman" in William's life. Though the kids and the inn keep her busy she finds the time to write a cookbook after the inn's success creates increased interest in her recipes. Writing the cookbook is one of the most anxiety inducing experiences of her life (she manages to throw out her back, burn her hand, and nearly chop of her fingers all while caught up in the stress storm of trying to create new recipes and decide on the right combination of dishes to include). The book's a modest success until Oprah features it in her magazine, at which point it goes to the top of the charts. Jackson doesn't have to worry about crunching numbers on his calculator anymore. After the book's success, she's presented with the opportunity to open up a farm to table restaurant with Jackson and while they're both compelled by the idea, for now her dreams are closer to home. She gets stopped on the street a lot for looking a lot like the woman who was in Bridesmaids.
Richard and Emily still have Friday night dinner with Lorelei but since William was born, they alternate hosting responsibilities with Lorelei and Luke. These dinners are still full of plenty passive aggression but love too, and Richard and Emily are determined to be in their grandson's life from the start, even if it means accepting more diner food and take out into their lives. Since they've spent more time in town, Emily's also found a friend in Taylor Doose, much to Luke's chagrin and Lorelei's amusement. Just as he had with Rory, Richard brings books from his library over for April when she is in town and he still tries to take Luke and William to the club for golf.
Fin.
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