At first, I must admit, I didn’t realize that was the show I was going to see. But as we inched closer to the end to Ryan going back to Chino, Maria’s pregnancy, Marissa moving in with Julie and Caleb, Seth sailing away… all to the unbelievable sounds of Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah,” I started to realize something. Watching this season, and especially reading J-Unit’s recaps when I miss the show, (Thursday’s a big night for drunks like us), I saw the season go down the crapper in the middle with us all praying that it may find some semblance of its former glory.
Watching this again tonight… my first time since it originally aired… made me realize something. As much better as it has gotten recently, there is still something missing. I was starting to think that it was some sort of nostalgia I’ve put upon the show. But now I know, as sad as it may seem, they may never be able to make it as good again.
I remember, first season, around episode six or seven, spot, Laz and I saying, “The way they’re flying through story lines, they won’t have more than one season.” Never did I think that we might have been right. Let’s just compare the endings of the first two seasons. This season we get Marissa shooting Big Brother Chino in the back. That’s pretty much it. Yeah, I know Kirsten is in rehab, Caleb is dead, Blah blah blah. The end of the first season was without fault… every piece brought us back on the palindrome it was. Everything matched the beginning… all capped by Ryan seeing Marissa on the side of the road through the car window again except now it was a limo pulling up instead of punk ass boyfriend’s pickup truck.
And now the music placement has become a joke, where before it was visionary. I mean, last year we get Buckley and that great “Maybe I’m Amazed” cover during the slow dance at the wedding. This year, we get The Bravery and that ridiculous song during the funeral. And again, I must say that I don’t necessarily blame Josh and the writers for it not being as good now. I think they may have just unfortunately made the show too damn good to begin with. We expected 90210, Melrose Place… none of us expected it to work on as many levels as it ended up working on. That’s just what makes it that much harder that now we have Melrose Place. Sorry. You did too good in the beginning. That’ll learn ya. Don’t do so damn good.
Well, shit, I think that’s enough for tonight, and I’m not one to try and jump on my boys’ J-Unit & B-Side’s thing, but it’s just that it’s not often nowadays that you witness an episode of a TV show that is that affective. Although, last week’s Lost with the raft leaving, Sawyer and Jack’s talk about Jack’s father, and Jin and Sun’s reconciliation was fuckin’ fantastic. Not so much this week.
And for the record, to bring it back to the SorryIGotDrunk roots, I’m currently on my fifth Hornsby’s Draft Cider for the evening. So there. As Always, Mahalo… Lou.

BAM! My fucking alarm goes off. 7:15. That was Tuesday, and that story pretty much sums up my week. I spent the whole weekend moving into the new place – didn’t party all weekend – and how does my body repay me? I’ve been sicker than sick the past four days. My head constantly feels like it’s about to explode. I feel like Bill Pullman in Lost Highway, about to split into another person. And it’s showing no signs of returning to normal. I’m actually writing this in a notebook right now because my eyes were pounding so much staring at the damn computer screen. I only hope that tomorrow, my eyes feel better when I type this at work for posting. [They don't].
Oh, and the “new” house I was so excited about? Ever seen “The Money Pit” with Tom Hanks and Shelly Duvall? Yeah, kinda like that. No heat.. No hot water.. You can wash your clothes, but sorry, no dryer.. Got new blinds, but they fall off when you pull the string. Really, it’s just the kind of place you want to come home to when it hurts to LOOK.
“What does all this have to do with SorryIGotDrunk, you ask?” I have no idea, really, but this is my site for drunken rants and throughout this debacle they call May 2005 – God knows I’ve been drinking. (Hornsby’s Draft Cider right now). Shit, even after all the bullshit OTCs I’ve been popping this week trying to make my pulsating brain stop, the only thing that’s been effective and given me a few minutes of peace is the 3 or 4 beer buzz I can grab after work.
Okay, I feel better now. As far as the site goes, I’m trying to do something special for Thursday. Lazlo wants me to tell one of my classic Tijuana stories for the occasion, and I promise you, Dear Reader(s), that if I can muster up the energy today to put the story to paper, you’ll get it.
Until then, as always. Mahalo… Lou.
Oh yeah.. I saw Richard Grieco yesterday at Starbucks. Tried to get a camera phone picture, but he alluded me. Damn you, Richard Grieco!!