Did you ever have someone that you thought was your friend, that you thought would stand by you no matter what and then they let you down? You had to come to the sad realization that they weren’t perfect after all.
This happened to me last night with my good friend DVR.
I had spent the entire week looking forward to the Project Runway season finale (I never said that my life is filled with excitement). As the clock ticked down to 9:00 last night, I grabbed my bag of Sour Patch Kids and exiled myself to the bedroom so that I could watch in perfect peace since I have a husband who likes to heckle the T.V. shows I prefer.
Just as Tim Gunn appeared onscreen tonight, Caroline started to cry. I was recording Project Runway so I hit pause to go take care of my child because in spite of what y’all might think, I do have my priorities in the proper order (most of the time). I gave Caroline some Benadryl (she really does have a cold, don’t judge me) and returned to PR and my candy kids.
I watched the drama unfold. Did Jeffrey cheat or not? Will he attack Laura? Who will handle the stress of Olympus Fashion Week? And then, the runway shows actually begin…and then, my DVR flashes a message onscreen to let me know that due to signal problems part of my program did not record.
Excuse me?
EXCUSE ME?
Frantic fast forwarding and rewinding ensue because surely there has been some mistake. Nope, no mistake has been made other than my complete dependence on my DVR.
The “part” of my program that didn’t record was the most IMPORTANT PART of the entire show. How do I know who to mock and who to cheer for if I don’t see the Runway show?
Oh cruel, cruel hand of fate.
Since I couldn’t stand it, I went ahead and watched the rest of the show without seeing the Runway. I know that Jeffrey won and to me that just proves the point that most people working in fashion have no idea what women really want on their bodies. I’m not into wearing anything inspired by Asian cartoons and demons. Call me crazy.
I know that Bravo will show the finale 10,872 more times before the weekend is over, but it’s just not the same. My previously faithful and loyal DVR let me down and I’m not sure when that trust will be rebuilt.
I don’t want to make empty threats, but I may be breaking out the old VCR for backup to record Grey’s Anatomy tomorrow night. I just can’t open myself up to this kind of disappointment again.