With tonight's finale of Friends, I'm reminded of the finale of Cheers. I was in 9th grade and my geometry class spent a good 10 minutes trying to talk our teacher into not giving us homework so we'd be able to watch the finale. We claimed it was a cultural milestone and we needed to be included. Needless to say, the argument didn't work. I did watch it that night, but I remember more clearly the rerun of it in August. My mom and I had driven to Ohio to drop my sister off at college. The two of them were off doing some orientation thing, and I was alone in the hotel room watching the Cheers finale. And crying. More because of my sister leaving, but the finale was my excuse.
My other Friends story: In the fall of 1998 I studied abroad in England. I arrived in London in the beginning of September, meaning that I missed the beginning of the new season of shows (and the UK wouldn't get the new seasons for quite some time; the previous season had just ended there). Friends, per usual, had ended the previous season (Season 4) with a cliffhanger: Ross saying Rachel's name at his wedding to Emily. I make it to the University of Essex, complete with a letter from my mother mentioning what happened in the Season 5 premiere. And I get asked at least a half dozen times by my new British friends what happened.
I had something non-Friends-related to say, but I don't remember. Oh well. Maybe later.
Current song in my head:
"Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley
Edited to add that I can't remember what I was going to say that wasn't about Friends, but I did remember that I wanted to state that I think Rachel should run off to Paris, with Gunther in tow.
Posted by Barb at May 6, 2004 09:06 AM | TrackBack