clear eyes, full wallets

It took me forever to fall asleep last night and I had no idea why. Then I remembered that today is the first day of school. When I was a teacher, it was always impossible for me to fall asleep the night before the first day. I guess that tendency will always be with me. It feels kind of weird not to be meeting new students and reuniting with old ones. But it’s okay because there are a few other kids in my life. Although they’re fictional, they feel as real as anyone I know. And I worry about them and want the best for them just like they’re my own students.

Now, I have to give props where props are due. My friend Sarah Dessen was the one who got me into Friday Night Lights. You know how someone will be like, “Dude, you HAVE to see this show,” and you don’t doubt that it will be good but you’re just not inspired to start watching it right away? The same thing happened with The Hunger Games and I’m sure when I start watching Glee I’ll be all, “Why didn’t you guys force me to start watching this a long time ago?!” When Sarah says something is good, there’s a very good chance I’ll like it, too. We have a lot of common interests (e.g. cupcakes, Whole Foods, flip-flops, organization). Still, it took a while for me to add Friday Night Lights to my queue. But right from that first ep, I was totally hooked. Every episode puts a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. Every single one.

That’s some magic right there, y’all.

There’s so much junk on TV that it’s completely refreshing to see relationships that feel so real it’s like they’re happening next door. The Taylors are the most realistic portrayal of marriage you’ll see.  Just look at the way Tami is eyeing Eric:

Tami and Eric Taylor, Friday Night Lights

Matt Saracen and Tim Riggins and the other kids I loved graduated before this last season, which I was really bummed about. I was all stubborn about meeting the new characters. But the writing is so freaking good that I warmed right up to them. And Landry is still around, saying things like, “You’re signing up for the book club, which would normally be fine except this week’s book is Twilight.” It’s just so, so good. Oh, and if you heard that rumor that the show’s about football? Please. I can’t even kick a kickball. Start watching. You will quickly get attached.

In contrast, we have last season of Gossip Girl. It’s not pulling me in the way it usually does. GG had me right away with Dan Humphrey. The poor kid at the rich kid school is something I can relate to very well. But now it’s like…the drama isn’t as riveting and some of the glitz is gone and Dan seriously needs a haircut. Not that I’m over GG. That will never happen. I heard that the last ep is a major cliffhanger, so that’s something to look forward to. And those zany kids crack me up more and more, the way they’re teenagers and yet they reference places like Milk & Honey.

Let me tell you about Milk & Honey. It’s this super exclusive bar that you can only get into by referral. Once you get the secret number, you have to call to make an appointment. An appointment. To go to a bar. With a secret number. They even have house rules. Now, you know I don’t drink. But this is New York City. Which means that if I want to be social I sometimes have to go to bars and sip my Shirley Temple while yelling over music and enduring people yelling in my ear when I would much rather avoid all the yelling and sit in a coffeehouse playing board games instead. But my boyfriend at the time had been trying to get into Milk & Honey forever. So I used my girly attributes to get a bartender at an affiliated bar to give me the secret card with the secret number. We called, got an appointment, and went. Was it all that? Not even close. It’s just that I like having different experiences. And I think when a chance comes along for you to do something rare, you should take it.

Anyway. I’m sure things will pick up in Gossip Girl world. It’s hilarious that a few of the kids are at NYU now but we have yet to see anyone going to class or writing a paper. Oh, the life of privilege. Which reminds me. I’ve selected my future home. It’s such a steal at only $33 million! What do you think?