A couple of months ago, I made my way through the entire collection of Gilmore Girls. Upon completion I concluded several things. First, Lorelei has really good hair. Secondly, I would really like that to be my life. I think I could be Lorelei. Now, granted, there would be a few differences. I would most definitely be a less smutty version who loves Jesus and would not have a grown daughter by the time I was 30. That issue aside, I would pretty much take the whole package. The cute house, the jeep, the best friend roomie, the shoes, the inn, the diner, the coffee at the snap of a finger, the town meetings, and Stars Hallow...
Needless to say, since completing the seventh season, I’ve been in a bit of a depression. Sad for it to be over, wishing it could be real, trying to accept that this life was not reality and that I just needed to move on. Then, one fateful afternoon, Kim and I ventured out to Southport for a day of shopping. Just by chance, we stopped at Port City Java and purchased a latte. Upon departure we yelled “Thanks Luke!” over our shoulders. That’s when it hit me! Maybe that life COULD be mine.
It all started coming together. I mean, Southport really is a lot like Stars Hallow in both appearance and historical significance. I would really love to own and run an inn, Lorelei and I have very similar hairstyles, I love pop-tarts, and I too, have a friend who is just as cute, lovely, and skilled in the arts of tasty treats as Sookie, who would make a fabulous addition to my hypothetical career.
And let’s just face it. I’m 100.07% sure that if Kim and I had stuck around Port City Java, we would have found that the workers would NOT have corrected our “Thanks Luke!” remark. They may have even liked it. That, my friends, is a sign.
I’m sure by now you can see where I’m going with this. And yes, you are correct. I’m going to create my own real life “Gilmore Girls” and I'm asking that you please join me. I will be moving to Southport as soon as possible and will be opening my own inn shortly thereafter. Below I have posted the necessary “roles” to carry out this endeavor. Please view them and reply if you feel you can fit this position. Each person will be carefully considered. Please keep in mind that I will not actually call you by these names. That would just be silly. You will, however, be responsible for fulfilling the roles for the remainder of your life, so please do not take this commitment lightly.
Rory: Obviously, you won’t be my daughter; however, it’s necessary that you are younger than I but not so young as to make me appear old. I would prefer that you be close to my size/height so I can borrow your clothes, but this is not a requirement.
Sookie: Must be very cute, maternal, be easily excited by things like produce and have mad cooking/baking skills.
Luke: Must be willing to open/run a diner. Always be prepared to give me a cup of coffee no matter the time of day. Be a jack of all trades, wear flannel, handsome and be prepared to marry within a ten year period of time.
Logan: Very handsome and rich. Probably a tad bit self-centered. Can’t be offended when Rory kicks you to the curb after your propose.
Kirk: Only requirement is that you are incredibly creepy.
Lane: Has to get along with Rory and be musically inclined.
Micheal: Must be incredibly rude, constantly negative, and very organized. Thick French accent and unlimited supply of three piece suits preferred.
Town Troubadour: All you have to do is play guitar and sing folksy music in the town square all day. I would prefer the lyrics reflect my emotions and the events of my day.
*I’ve edited Dean out of my new life. He kind of annoys me*
**If you would like to be included but not necessarily in one of the larger roles listed above, please feel free to apply for one of the smaller roles, less important yet very necessary roles.**
Thank you. That is all.
