How embarrassing is it that I teared up at the end of the O.C. last night? (Actually, it’s probably not as embarrasssing as the fact that I’m actually admitting it here, right now. Oh, well.) You know, the first few times I tried to watch the O.C. I could *not* get into it. I felt that I was too old, that my teen drama days had passed along with the 90210 years, oh well. But then I watched once more, and before I knew it, I was hooked.
Yes, it’s not the best show in the world. And yes, I think Benjamin McKenzie is capable of only one facial expression. BUT: you can’t deny it has a certain pull. Still, getting all verklempt at the season finale is so silly. I’m choosing to totally blame it on the fact that they were playing Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah,” which always makes me cry anyway, and just leave it at that. Okay then.
And of course, tonight is the end of Friends. I was all upset because it looked like my husband wasn’t going to be home tonight, which meant that I’d probably end up watching it alone. Who watches the Friends finale alone, i.e. friendless? I was so upset at this prospect, but then his plans changed, so now he’ll be here, even though he claims he could care less, which I just don’t believe. He said the same thing about the Sex and the City finale, but then just happened to come downstairs just as it was starting. Surrrrre. Whatever. I don’t care, as long as he’s here.
Finally, I just don’t know if there are words to explain this, (which I found courtesy of Entertainment Weekly) but suffice to say if you like monkeys and Johnny Cash, you’ll be pleased. (And be warned, if you’re at work, there is music involved.) I don’t think I can think of a thing to top it, so I’ll just end here.
have a good day everyone!