As has been mentioned on here quite recently, I am a rather rabid fan of the Gilmore Girls. I don't just watch the show, I worship it. And we don't even have television at Chez Naked. Which means that in order to actually watch Gilmore Girls, I have to rely upon the kindness of my good friends.
Until this year, I was able to share my Tuesday nights with Gail and Gilmore. Gail lived just 110 steps away from my front door and she had cable. And before you go thinking that I was just using Gail for her cable television, think again, grasshopper. Gail also had a daughter, Amanda, who was the absolute perfect apprentice for my burgeoning tea business. Plus that daughter was a Virgo! You know what that means don't you? It means she organized my office, my tea shop, my everything right down to the last paper clip. God how I loved that child.
But back to Gilmore. Tuesday nights I would walk the 110 steps to Gail's, plop on her couch, and watch Gilmore. Often times we would plan a meal together to share during the show based upon the previous week's previews. No joke. I know it sounds sick, but come on, doesn't it also sound like fun? You know that it does. I mean there are Rory and Logan in 1920's garb jumping off of a platform and Gail and I were enjoying a formal High Tea. You so wish you were there with us.
Much to my dismay, Gail decided to follow her heart (and why that heart is NOT with me in Santa Cruz I'm still trying to discern) to Santa Barbara and I no longer have a comfy couch and cable television 110 steps from my front door. Oh, well, I'm sure the person who has moved into Gail's apartment probably DOES have a comfy couch and cable television, but as to allowing me to plop down next to her and watch Gilmore? Not so much. Especially since I forgot to mention that while watching Gilmore with Gail, I would hit her when I got angry about the writing. And let's just say I got angry about the writing quite often. Those story lines with Logan and Rory and with Emily and Lorelai (NakedMom could play Emily Gilmore without a script!) always tend to piss me off because they so closely mirror my own life and when Amy was writing them...well...she'd get it close and I'd scream at the TV, hit Gail, and then go on my ten minute diatribe about how it could have been even better.
The best part?
Gail would sit and point and laugh at me! Making me realize just how absolutely silly and full of myself I really was. What a good friend, huh?
But Gail left! She left me high and dry without a television! 
I will admit that as the debut date for this year's season of Gilmore Girl's drew nigh, I actually momentarily considered getting cable television at Chez Naked for the sole purpose of being able to watch the show on Tuesday nights. But my sanity returned when I realized it would require a complete rearrangement of nearly every room in our house to accommodate the cable wires and, well, I really kind of like the current placement of furniture in our house. Especially where we have our bed. Moving our bed just felt all kinds of WRONG for a television show.
But what to do? Santa Barbara was certainly much much more than 110 steps away. If I was going to walk to Gail's to watch the show, I'd have to leave on Wednesday to get there on Tuesday. It just wasn't an option.
My friend, Tree, who is also my business partner in the Travel Agency (you all do remember the Travel Agency, don't you? I am STILL doing that!) actually loves the Gilmore Girls and likes to watch it. She lives quite a few more steps away than 110, but she is here in town. So problem solved. She would tape the shows for me and I would pick the tape up and watch it.
This worked out absolutely fine for the first episode. Which I reviewed for you previously. But guess what? It didn't work out so fine for the second episode. And here is where the whole Why Craig Newmark is My New Best Friend part comes in. Tree forgot, just plain FORGOT, to tape the show. She totally spaced that it was even TUESDAY!?!
So there I was. Gilmoreless. A girl without her Gilmore.
But let's remember one thing if we remember nothing else. As has been mentioned here ad nauseum, but I'm going to say it again, I am a Deadhead. And when you've traveled hundreds of thousands of miles following an ancient band of drug addled musicians hoping for one more magical show one thing you learn, practically by osmosis, is to be resourceful.
I got on Craig's List. Oh sweet Craig's List. If only it HAD existed when I was following the Dead. Hell, if only the Internet (in its current form) had existed when I was following the Dead. Imagine how much easier those miracle tickets would have been to manifest? Not to mention trading all those tapes of all those shows? Or finding a ride to the next show? Or a couch to call home while on tour? Sweet Jesus, it would have all been so very simple. Maybe too simple. I may not have learned anything at all!
Finding a tape of a missed Gilmore Girls episode should be a piece of cake.
So as I mentioned, I got on Craig's List. I did a search. Gilmore Girls. And low and behold I found someone in San Jose who was actually looking for a tape of the FIRST episode. A tape I happened to have. So I wrote to this person. And asked, oh so politely in my nicest Nakedjen way, if he may have perhaps taped the SECOND episode? And if he did would he be willing to trade for my copy of the FIRST episode?
He did. He was. We did. Good deeds all around.
Not only that, but he's become my new Gilmore Girls buddy. He's got my back. If for some reason Tree and her wonderful husband Steve forget that it's Tuesday again, my new Gilmore Buddy in San Jose will provide me with HIS tape as my back-up. So now I don't have to stress and worry that I'm going to miss a single episode. The beauty of Craig's List. Bringing Gilmore fans together with the click of a simple search button!
It still isn't the same as watching with Gail 110 steps away. It never will be. But a girl has to do what a girl has to do or she'll wind up being a girl without Gilmore.
And a girl without Gilmore will just never do.
