The Red Eye
Today seemed mapped out to be The Longest Day – Kaisers day; the day with the early start, the late finish and the 19 hour turn-around. Funnily enough it all went swimmingly (strange that). Even swimmingly enough to get to Management Group. On time.
The ever gorgeous Paul C came home to stay, armed with temptation of every sort – his charm, some snaffled bottles of wine and… a DVD of the final ever Dawson’s Creek.
Cath and I have been like the good little Christians we hope to be: We’ve always known that we want to wait – we want to wait until we’ve seen series six before we go the whole way with the finale. Even though we’ve known the plot lines of the feature-length closing episode for a good 3 years, we still wanted to wait.
A good looking man. Relaxed conversation and a few laughs. Several glasses of wine. An easy smile. We were sitting ducks.
And so at midnight, with 6 o’clock starts beckoning for all of us we were drunk and balling our eyes out.
Thing is, I don’t think that Paul knew what we was getting himself into. You, dear friends, may already be aware of the special gift that my sister and I posess – that crying gene that blesses us alongside every emotion; happiness, tiredness, sadness, excitement, frustration, anger. With all of these we cry, but with TV? We sob. I think that everyone at work in the morning will be aware of our heavy night – I just doubt they’ll believe the cause.
The truth is I had no bloody idea what i was letting myself in for!
Settling myself down on the sofa with the hot ladies, i was in truth expecting the odd surge of emotion at seminal moments along the journey, BUT, as janice from Friends would say, “OH MY GOD!” I’ve never seen anything like it, Princess Di’s death had nothing on the outpouring of grief that manifested itself for the lovely Jen (quite right I say). They say death is making us wonder what life is, our quiet companion, and maybe this has something to with why the girls (ok and me) sobbed uncontrrolably at times (actually it was me at times – they were a rollercoaster ride of tears, sobs and wails).
I love these girls, they are level 5 women who rock, but last night amidst the wine I was left with a question: What are we trying to say with our tears?
Worth thinking about during advent….maybe……oh, ps I’m still hungry!
now that’s a party i would have enjoyed being at.
glad you guys got to see it finally – i know it was worth the wait.
jude – send me paul c’s email addy would you. . . i owe him an epistle.
smiling at thought of you guys in each other’s company with wine (what better man!) and the Creek. makes me feel warm and fuzzy. and yes – it was a tearfest. ain’t nothing like it to release the trapped demons. i think it allows us to purge the stuff we don’t even realise is grieving us. . .
big squeezes to all 3 of ya. . . mwah! ;0)
LoserBaby, x