Emerz followed my advice and now he's hooked. Sometimes I forget about his addictive personality and introduce him to what would be a benign or even positive influence for anyone else and he turns it into an excuse to trip the blinds and hit the message boards and splash photos of Aimee Teegarden all over his desktop screen saver. I mean, remember when we had a Bangbros password?
But this is a good time to get into Friday Night Lights. Smash is gone, safe at school, Saracen is demoted to part-time QB and full-time BF, Riggins is experimenting with the power of his position and home-ownership. The economic climate of Dillon, Texas allows the show to delve into and comment on things as they are right now. Emerz prefers The Real Housewives of NYC. After all, he expects to be one someday. But for now he's slumming it and enjoying it, the pick-up trucks and Applebees and soft-serve smiles.
Emerz has time for this because Toni is busy planning our Spring Break. Spring Break '09, baby. Last year I spent Spring Break speed-dialing drug dealers and slipping in and out of cabs, looking for the last laugh of the night. This year we are going to Atlantis. I tried to invite Kenzi, but she's going to a Club Med somewhere with her grandmother. We'll be swimming with dolphins, she'll be swimming with some guy named Dolph.
After Saracen and Julie roll to the ground by the lake and make things official, the whole show took on a glow, that secret glow that follows any non-regrettable devirginizing. The whole world has opened up to the two of them, and no one's the wiser. Making furtive eye contact in the dusty church, that glow seemed to spread to Emerz' den as well. After all the windows are nothing now but thin cracks of afternoon light. We've got tears in our eyes. My Summer Glow moisturizer got in mine; I don't know what Emerz' excuse is.
2 comments:
poor mccoy.
Yes, I do remember... all too well.
And give me an effing spoiler alert! I'm on episode 13 of season two.
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