Well, kids, I have been married for ten years as of February 28th this year. That means my wife and I have been watching How I Met Your Mother for eight of those years.
You see kids, It was the Christmas of 2006, and my wife and I attended a party hosted by my best friend Joe. For Christmas, Joe gifted us the first season of How I Met Your Mother on DVD. That's really just where that story begins and ends. Joe spent the entire night telling us how great it was, because (despite loving Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and following the careers of the actors), we had never heard of the show. We took the DVDs home and finished them within a few days and waited to start watching the new season.
We've been on the hook ever since.
That leads us to two weeks ago. I saw the episodes slowly counting down until the series finale, and my wife kept laughing at inside jokes that I had forgotten over the last eight years. Jia and I were watching one of the last six episodes and I mentioned that she and I should watch the entire series over again.
Jia: I don't think that . . .
Me: Challenge ACCEPTED!
Jia: Its eight seasons. . .
Me: Xbox, go to Netflix!
Jia: It's like 75 hours!
Me: Closer to 72, and its a great time to start! I shall now decree that we will not watch anymore new episodes until we finish all eight previous seasons!
Jia: Shit. Lets do this.
Me: That's what she said. Don't worry it'll be Legen- wait for it because eight seasons takes a long fucking time to watch -dary!
So we are are thru seven seasons and a starting the first episodes of season eight. It's been really great to re-watch all these episodes again and remember all the great times with my wife watching the show.
Her constantly telling me that "we are so Lily and Marshal" (Being compared to one of the best and well fitted couples on TV is always a complement), to her always adding an extra "da" when she sings along with the theme song, to hating all of Ted's stupid exes, and talking shit about every girl that isn't Robin that Barney gets with.
So you see kids, sometimes a show is fluffy and funny at the beginning just to rope you in. That way you're emotionally damaged watching Lily break up with Marshall, or rip out your heart when you count down together the numbers that show up in an episode for some odd reason just to find out that you were unknowingly counting down to the death of Marshall's dad. Sometimes, a story that goes on for so long that it seems like it's taking forever - with tons of run on sentences - is because it's like life.
Life is full of bad decisions. Going blond, living with an ex, cheating on a girlfriend. But it's also full of great experiences like finding your "one," agreeing that not liking Star Wars is a valid reason to break up with a someone, spending eight years laughing, crying, loving a significant other, and high-fiving without looking, describing everything as "awesome" or getting into shouting matches at the Kinect to see who can get the episode to play first.
So bring on the finale! I'll be sad to see the end, but all things must.
Now can I pleeeeeease see how Ted met the mother? Or her name?!?
I can't wait.
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