Everything was ready: the food, the beverages, the blindfolded blowup doll with makeshift scales hanging from its wrist. All that was left was the fish.
"I have a problem," said Kirk.
"You have many, Kirk," said Lorelai, straightening the bar mitzvah banner that now said HAPPY GRADUATION, ALEX!
"I have a problem right now," amended Kirk. "The fish is dead."
Lorelai stopped and turned to stare. "You're not serious."
"I'm afraid I'm very serious. I just went to check on the fish like you told me, and unless it knows how to do the backstroke, I'm pretty sure it's dead."
Refusing to believe him, Lorelai went into the bedroom, where she discovered that, indeed, Michael Phelps was dead.
She laughed in disbelief. "This can't be happening."
Except, of course, it was.
"Come on, Mikey," she said quietly, tapping her knuckles against the bowl. "Wake up and smell the marijuana."
The fish did not respond.
Because it was dead.
"It's definitely dead."
Lorelai spun around to see Alex leaning against the doorway, confetti spilled all over her hair.
Dammit. In the time Lorelai had discovered that her graduation present to Alex had kicked it, Alex had apparently arrived and the party had started without Lorelai even knowing.
Lorelai must be the worst party planner in the world.
"I'm sorry," she said. She picked up the fish bowl and held it out towards Alex. "I checked the pH levels and everything. I made sure not to overfeed him. But he died anyway. So here's a dead fish to celebrate the fact that you're officially a J.D."
Alex took the bowl, studied the dearly departed Michael Phelps, and then set it down on her dresser. "Never mind, Lorelai. In my experience, the more expensive the fish, the more likely it is to suddenly up and die."
Lorelai was about to ask if she should go ahead and flush Mikey down the toilet, but Alex grabbed her by the wrists instead, pushed her against the wall and kissed her, light and fluttery at first and then harder, deeper, because she was a lawyer now, and apparently, lawyers did everything seriously, especially kissing.
"Wow," Lorelai said, when they stopped for breath.
"Yeah," Alex said, and they went back to making out.
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Date: 2009-05-31 08:16 am (UTC)"I have a problem," said Kirk.
"You have many, Kirk," said Lorelai, straightening the bar mitzvah banner that now said HAPPY GRADUATION, ALEX!
"I have a problem right now," amended Kirk. "The fish is dead."
Lorelai stopped and turned to stare. "You're not serious."
"I'm afraid I'm very serious. I just went to check on the fish like you told me, and unless it knows how to do the backstroke, I'm pretty sure it's dead."
Refusing to believe him, Lorelai went into the bedroom, where she discovered that, indeed, Michael Phelps was dead.
She laughed in disbelief. "This can't be happening."
Except, of course, it was.
"Come on, Mikey," she said quietly, tapping her knuckles against the bowl. "Wake up and smell the marijuana."
The fish did not respond.
Because it was dead.
"It's definitely dead."
Lorelai spun around to see Alex leaning against the doorway, confetti spilled all over her hair.
Dammit. In the time Lorelai had discovered that her graduation present to Alex had kicked it, Alex had apparently arrived and the party had started without Lorelai even knowing.
Lorelai must be the worst party planner in the world.
"I'm sorry," she said. She picked up the fish bowl and held it out towards Alex. "I checked the pH levels and everything. I made sure not to overfeed him. But he died anyway. So here's a dead fish to celebrate the fact that you're officially a J.D."
Alex took the bowl, studied the dearly departed Michael Phelps, and then set it down on her dresser. "Never mind, Lorelai. In my experience, the more expensive the fish, the more likely it is to suddenly up and die."
Lorelai was about to ask if she should go ahead and flush Mikey down the toilet, but Alex grabbed her by the wrists instead, pushed her against the wall and kissed her, light and fluttery at first and then harder, deeper, because she was a lawyer now, and apparently, lawyers did everything seriously, especially kissing.
"Wow," Lorelai said, when they stopped for breath.
"Yeah," Alex said, and they went back to making out.