Tempo Run #2 and the Last Tuesday

It was tough, but I got through it.



Part of the impetus was having to rush home for the last Tuesday night. I have been a loyal Gilmore Girls fan since it's debut episode seven years ago. I watched Rory stumble through her class schedule on her first day at Chilton, I cried during her well crafted and equally well executed valediction, which was rich in literary allegory, and I fell head over heals in love with Triston (and yet I feel NOTHING for Lucas Scott), Max Medina and the more recent Logan Huntsberger (personally, I would have said yes).

I managed to hook my Beau on to the show through Take Out Tuesday I instituted many moons ago. I decided that the only proper way to watch the Gilmore Girls is to eat like the Gilmore Girls. So over the years, there have been numerous pizzas with fancy beer in tow, fake Chinese food loaded with MSG, Thai food that is probably a little less unhealthy and wee bit more authentic than the Chinese stuff, Boston Market, more pizzas, and there was even a Sundae Tuesday.

On one special Tuesday, after being so tenderly nursed by my Beau for several days, I dragged my fevered-sweaty-flu-stricken person to the market and crafted Sugar Night. It was adorned with M&Ms, brownies, Twizzlers, Twix, cookies, and a myriad of other items that was washed down by a steamy mug of Ovaltine hot chocolate (I was sick after all). Somewhere along the way between Sugar Night and the first Tuesday Night Pizza, my Beau became a Gilmore Girls fan. He came up with a song to express not only his fanship, but also his love for Tuesdays with the Girls. The song is merely the word Tuesday sung to the melody of Deutschland Uber Alles (direct translation is Germany Over All, which means Germany above all other countries), more commonly known as Hitler's anthem.

Yes, Tuesdays and the Gilmore Girls have been something really special in our lives together. Unfortunately, with my training efforts over the last year, take out Tuesday has fallen by the wayside, and the new episodes were taped to be viewed on a day other than Tuesday. The spirit of Tuesday had perished, and the Tuesday Anthem had not been sung for many moons. But with the series finale last night, I ran through the Tempo Run in an effort to revive Tuesday one last time.

We ordered the Somerset pizza from Panico's, and had picked up Twizzlers as a straw for our Boylan sodas, brownies, a lot of ice cream and organic Oreos at the market over the weekend for the occasion. We munched away on our Tuesday Take Out as the Gilmores engaged in Friday Night dinner. I gobbled down a big huge bowl of ice cream (so much for thinking that I'm lactose intolerant ... I'm so not) at Rory's Bon Voyage party as an online magazine reporter tasked to travel with Barack Obama's campaign trail. It was a bittersweet Tuesday night, and yours truly suffered from a severe belly ache immediately afterwards.