I am sooooooooooo sorry, folks. A variety of things, including a period
where I wasn't feeling terribly creative and just plain forgetting about
the whole thing happened, and now it's three months later. Oops. Thanks
much for the positive feedback. It did convince me to keep going. I hope
the next chapter doesn't take as long.
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Disclaimer: Nope, still not Amy Sherman-Palladino
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At Friday night dinner at the elder Gilmore home, the meal was brought to the table by a maid who Lorelai had never seen before. She wasn't the one who served last week's dinner.
"Rory's grateful that you let her out of dinner this week to go visit Christopher in Boston, Mom," Lorelai said, purposely neglecting to mention that he now has a girlfriend.
"She deserves to see her father once in a while. I hear he's actually gainfully employed this time. What does he do in Boston?"
"Well, he opened up his own brothel and Rory's his newest call girl. She only answers to the name Trixie now."
The deafening silence and stares from both Emily and Richard quickly prompted Lorelai to change the topic.
"Um, so, how is my newly retired father?"
"Very well, so far. I spent the past week cleaning out my office and saying my good-byes to coworkers and associates, and now I think I'm ready for the next stage of my life."
"And what exactly will that next stage entail? Musical numbers? A one-man show? Rockettes?"
"Well, I'm not sure yet. I suppose I'm going to be spending a lot more time around the house. I've got some things that I've put off for years that I'm looking forward to completing. You know, catch up on my reading, work on my coin collection, that sort of thing."
"So, a 'just-go-where-the-day-takes-you' kind of existence, huh?"
"I suppose you could call it that, yes."
"Wow. My father. A corporate drone all his life, now free of any burdens of work and able to wander as he pleases. Someone get Ripley's on the phone."
"What are you getting at, Lorelai?"
"I think I know, Richard," Emily said. "Our daughter, forever fearing of leading a dull, mundane life, suddenly realizes with the retirement of her father and without her daughter that her life is just as monotonous." Lorelai paused at Emily once again reading her like a book. And smiling.
The next day, Lorelai was about to enter Luke's Diner, but looked at her watch first. She stopped, walked around the block, then checked her watch again before entering the diner and taking a seat at the counter.
"You're late, Lorelai." Kirk said, sipping his coffee.
"Cram it, Kirk."
"You didn't just walk around the block to kill three minutes before coming in this morning, did you?"
"Go away, Kirk."
"Let me guess, coffee and a burger?" Luke said.
"No, I think I'll have a double tall mocha café latté with skim goat's milk, low foam and cinnamon on top."
"Very funny. Coffee and a burger, coming up."
"Do you have any specials?"
"You know what? As a matter of fact, we do. A burger and coffee, $3.99."
"Oh, okay. You win," Lorelai said. "Just give me the coffee."
"Still on that whole predictibility kick, huh?" Luke replied, handing her a cup of coffee.
"What would make you think that?"
"Well, walking around the block to kill a few minutes before coming in this morning was kind of a tip off."
"Thank you, Allen Funt! And yes, I'm still on it."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Does that mean we're not on for tonight?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, no, of course we're still on. How's eight o' clock for you?"
"Let me think. In Lorelai Gilmore time, 8 o' clock is about 8:30, 8:45, so sure. That'll be fine."
"I meant eight o' clock sharp, silly."
"On time? How about that. At least one good thing will come out of this phase of yours."
"Would you expect anything less from me?" Lorelai smiled back at Luke.
"Please tell me that's rhetorical," he replied.
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Disclaimer: Nope, still not Amy Sherman-Palladino
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At Friday night dinner at the elder Gilmore home, the meal was brought to the table by a maid who Lorelai had never seen before. She wasn't the one who served last week's dinner.
"Rory's grateful that you let her out of dinner this week to go visit Christopher in Boston, Mom," Lorelai said, purposely neglecting to mention that he now has a girlfriend.
"She deserves to see her father once in a while. I hear he's actually gainfully employed this time. What does he do in Boston?"
"Well, he opened up his own brothel and Rory's his newest call girl. She only answers to the name Trixie now."
The deafening silence and stares from both Emily and Richard quickly prompted Lorelai to change the topic.
"Um, so, how is my newly retired father?"
"Very well, so far. I spent the past week cleaning out my office and saying my good-byes to coworkers and associates, and now I think I'm ready for the next stage of my life."
"And what exactly will that next stage entail? Musical numbers? A one-man show? Rockettes?"
"Well, I'm not sure yet. I suppose I'm going to be spending a lot more time around the house. I've got some things that I've put off for years that I'm looking forward to completing. You know, catch up on my reading, work on my coin collection, that sort of thing."
"So, a 'just-go-where-the-day-takes-you' kind of existence, huh?"
"I suppose you could call it that, yes."
"Wow. My father. A corporate drone all his life, now free of any burdens of work and able to wander as he pleases. Someone get Ripley's on the phone."
"What are you getting at, Lorelai?"
"I think I know, Richard," Emily said. "Our daughter, forever fearing of leading a dull, mundane life, suddenly realizes with the retirement of her father and without her daughter that her life is just as monotonous." Lorelai paused at Emily once again reading her like a book. And smiling.
The next day, Lorelai was about to enter Luke's Diner, but looked at her watch first. She stopped, walked around the block, then checked her watch again before entering the diner and taking a seat at the counter.
"You're late, Lorelai." Kirk said, sipping his coffee.
"Cram it, Kirk."
"You didn't just walk around the block to kill three minutes before coming in this morning, did you?"
"Go away, Kirk."
"Let me guess, coffee and a burger?" Luke said.
"No, I think I'll have a double tall mocha café latté with skim goat's milk, low foam and cinnamon on top."
"Very funny. Coffee and a burger, coming up."
"Do you have any specials?"
"You know what? As a matter of fact, we do. A burger and coffee, $3.99."
"Oh, okay. You win," Lorelai said. "Just give me the coffee."
"Still on that whole predictibility kick, huh?" Luke replied, handing her a cup of coffee.
"What would make you think that?"
"Well, walking around the block to kill a few minutes before coming in this morning was kind of a tip off."
"Thank you, Allen Funt! And yes, I'm still on it."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Does that mean we're not on for tonight?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, no, of course we're still on. How's eight o' clock for you?"
"Let me think. In Lorelai Gilmore time, 8 o' clock is about 8:30, 8:45, so sure. That'll be fine."
"I meant eight o' clock sharp, silly."
"On time? How about that. At least one good thing will come out of this phase of yours."
"Would you expect anything less from me?" Lorelai smiled back at Luke.
"Please tell me that's rhetorical," he replied.