Rory’s moving into her dorm room today and everything would be going smoothly IF…Lorelai knew how to drive a stick. Oops.
I have nothing snarky for this. I drove stick for YEARS and I don’t anymore. I love driving stick (automatics can suck it). Damn. Now I’m sad. Here’s some Botox Cry Face to illustrate my sadness:
This episode (the finale of season 3!!!!!! WOO!! I’ve made it so far!) begins with a closeup of the Troubadour I forgot about until right this second. Now I’m cranky. Stars Hollow has a population of about 45 people – being the town “plays music on the street for money” guy can’t pay in a town that small. Go visit Broody in Venice, at least you have more foot traffic than the one horse town of Stars Hollow.
This episode begins the morning after the punchy punchy fight fight moment from last episode. Lorelai is SO HAPPY that her daughter was at a party where there was underage drinking and a literal fist fight. She asks for details and Rory is all, “idk, dudes and hitting, nothing to do with ME or the ridiculous idiots I’ve been romantically involved with.” And she almost gets away with it until Luke slouches into frame. Seriously, dude walks like a hunchback.
Happy America Day to my fellow Americans! ‘MURICA, FUCK YEAH! Independence Day is the day where all Americans put aside our differences to light shit on fire and eat processed animals parts that have been compressed into cylindrical tubes.
Last Ditch Effort 
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