IF I LIVED A DAY IN STARS HOLLOW

Rory's words are still buzzing in my head; ‘I'm pregnant.’ But from whom, from whom (read our suggestions here)? I'm meanwhile scrolling through the first of the Monate like an addict through Elkes Nieuwsflix, but nothing, zip, nada. Even Netflix is acting suspicious... Quiet then. I want a sequel to my favorite and I want it now. But with a chronic shortage and the absence of rattling conversations, I just make up my own storyline., If I could wander around Stars Hollow for a day, it would look like this. First off to Luke's, where I'm going to order something from that plastic menu that isn't even on it anymore. Meanwhile, I make a phone call, just a bit too loud into the receiver, because I want that scolding of his live on my head. Then I ask for a password he made himself to log into Luke's wifi. And I will keep trying that for at least an hour. Yes, against better judgment. I get a little startled when I see Jess stumbling out of the kitchen with a pancake. Great start to the day.

With a white cup of the black stuff, I step onto the sidewalk, straight to the gazebo. Because that gazebo is just screaming for a nice picture, right? I don't understand at all why they didn't include this kind of capers in the series. Oh yes, crappy reception downtown of course. By the way, I would suddenly become a gifted Instagrammer, because - hello - in Stars Hollow. I'm a bit afraid that I won't get further than the farthest corner of the village.

for that much-needed 4G. After some ungraceful fumbling in the local gazebo, I immediately step into the kitchen of the Inn, hoping that Sukie is at the stove and I can dip my finger into the cannon-delicious food. It would be a huge disappointment if she turns out not to be able to cook. Meanwhile, I take some false jabs from Michel. How nice can it be. I want a Michel.

On the way back to the house with the porch (just give me a porch in my life) of Lorelai and Rory, because that's where I'm staying, I walk past the super a.k.a. Taylor's crib for a bag of salt. There I have an unnecessary argument with the hothead, just because I can. And then I squeeze the vegetables on my way out, because they apparently are made of plastic. Ha.

Once home, because I'm in Lorelai's kitchen more often than in my own, I first spend three hours cuddling with Paul Anka. The dog version, because it would be weird if I suddenly stood there with the real Paul Anka. Yes, I'm saying this just to be sure, in Stars Hollow this could totally happen. And then I hope so much that it's also a Friday back in time, because I want to have dinner at Emily and Richard's on Friday night. Then I'll chill a bit with Lane and her twins. It's a series, that's why my delighted time warps are completely free.

Okay, Dean can be stolen from me, but I can't actually choose who I want to spend another night with. Logan, for the bad boy factor or Jess with his deepest soul-searching. Hmmm, can I opt for both or is that too much? Oh well, I don't care.

You know how it starts, right? That you think you're somewhere, but that's not the case. Then reality gets a bit out of sight. So Netflix, come quickly with that sequel before I start imagining myself as Rory.

Rory's words are still buzzing in my head; 'I'm pregnant.' But from whom, from whom (read our suggestions here)? I'm meanwhile scrolling through the...