Will You Accept This Rose?

Do you know what Monday night was was? If you don't, I'm sorry, that means we're not that close.

Monday night was the season finale of the Bachelorette. To celebrate this momentus event, I hosted an intimate gathering for two of my friends at Doug's apartment, as mine has no air conditioning in the living room (yes I am aware that I am going to owe him for this for a very very long time).

I love the Bachelorette, and the Bachelor. And not in an ironic way. Yes, I realize the show is sexist, and stupid, and fake. I don't care. It is the most entertaining thing on television, and often while I am watching it I will sit back and think, I love this show I'm so happy I am watching it. Last night's finale did not disappoint. Well, it did in the sense that the bachelorette quite clearly picked her finance based on who she wanted to sleep with most, rather than who she would be most compatable with for the rest of her life, but whatever. They all do that. I made lots of cheese based snacks, we played a drinking game involving the word "journey," and by the end of the episode the three of us were crying like we were the ones who had just gotten dumped on national TV. In other words, the night was a success. Only 5 months until the next season . . .