sunshine_queen | (no subject)

My parents are now in some fabulous suite on Miami Beach because, get this, the room they paid for wasn't ready when they got there. They show up before check-in and their room isn't ready, and they get a suite. WITH TWO BATHROOMS. There are only two of them! And a 30-inch plasma screen TV! They get to have all the fun.

I am almost entirely caught up with the Gilmore Girls! Season Three is finished, I watched the third one from Season Four yesterday, and I watched four episodes of season one today. Comparatively, everyone looks better in the later years. Emily especially, but Sookie improves a lot with the honey hair. Also, Lorelai stops wearing pants that do weird things to her legs and ass. And Rory looks like such a baby! Oh man! That said, the episode where Papa Gilmore got sick and had to go to the hospital made me cry. They were playing the daddy card, which always works with me anyway, but oh man. When Emily was saying that Richard was not allowed to die, and that she insisted on going first, all the while fighting tears? Slayed me. As in, o, I am slain. It was wonderful.

Only four more episodes to watch!