Fun & Famous

Our Gilmore Girls are back

‘I smell snow.’ Oh, me too, me too, ME TOO. Friday was a torment. I was working in my home office, so Netflix was just a button away. Social media was off-limits, because spoilers were all over the place. And then it turned out my email wasn't safe either, because Elke dropped a huge spoiler in my inbox. I didn't open it, but dragged it straight to my trash. Do you also have a Friday night dinner in the evening? What do you do then? Set your alarm for seven in the morning on Saturday. What must be done, must be done. At half past seven, I curled up in my joggings with coffee on the couch for some catching up with the Gilmore Girls.

Oy with the poodles, this is what winter in Stars Hollow had in store for us:

· A bunch with sublime genes. Hello, what are they putting in the water, guys? Only Zach is a bit crumpled (understandably, because of a twin), but otherwise that village is intensely well-preserved.

· By the way, did you know that the reception in Stars Hollow was so terrible? I choked on my coffee when Luke tossed some WiFi around, but thank goodness that was just a joke. Buttercup-doodle-bob-thingy is my new password.

· Okay, I cried really hard. R.I.P. Richard Gilmore, you were my favorite TV grandpa.

· And I'm a big fan of Uber, but I would trade that in a minute for a tour with Kirk’s Öööber. He just needs to load Petal the pig as a co-pilot. I don't want a dog anymore, dogs are so last season. Give me a pig please.

· I don't know what your new experiments in your cuisine kitchen are, but I'm going for tacos with potato croquettes. That combo sounds so bizarrely ingenious that it must be delicious.

· Give us kids of Luke and Lorelai. You'll get supersonic fast talkers, high on a cup of coffee, as stiff as unbuttered boots in a flannel shirt with a baseball cap. You have to love it.

· Enter Poor Paul. No, not Paul Anka. Poor Paul. Rory, you heartbreaker. Where did you dig up this good guy? I thought you had left station good guy after Dean, but no.

· Where is Dean by the way? And Jess, and Mrs. Kim, and the neighbor, and Sookie. I want Sookie.

· Wait, let me google what ontology means. And I quote: ontology [legal philosophy] the study of reality, in which the question arises how something `is`. Okeeee, well, everything is fine, April.

· PARIS IS A WOMAN. With an office. In heels. And she rents out walking baby machines, which she presents as high-tech Apple gadgets.

· I finally understand what Kirk was doing at the table in Hartford. Yes, I was already a bit panicked by the trailer, yes. Lorelai and Kirk, oh meine lieben. But my worries disappeared thanks to Luke in the kitchen.

· Ooooh hello, delicious Logan. But what about Poor Paul? Ooh, you sly, sly woman. Rory is turning into a badass man-eater. And I thought only men used the phrase ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’. No problemo, I'm just incredibly grateful that we see delicious Logan again. And he lives just an hour's flight away from us. Sigh.

· But in which socket did Luke's cook stick his fingers? That hair, that hair.

· Emily Gilmore is proof that you can get away with ripped jeans forever and ever. Hallelujah, there is hope.

· I'm searching the rest of the weekend for that sweater with patches from Lorelai. Anyone tips? Email ‘patched sweater found’ to adeline@amayzine.com.

· By the way, after her visit to the therapist, Emily is also very much Team Candle. Look, we understand that.

It’s good to have you back. I'm going to cram spring, summer, and autumn into one and a half days. With a nice candle on, enjoying a crispy taco filled with potato croquettes and all that drowned in coffee.