In honor of the season end of Mad Men and season beginning of True Blood. I bring you a love letter from August, 2009.
Only 4 days until my sweetheart is home.
I’m excited. Elated. Unbelievably ecstatic. I can’t believe both how quickly the time has flown (now that it’s almost over – I had a completely different take a month ago) and how slowly it’s dragged on.
One thing is certain – I would not have made it through this without the help, love and entertainment from my friends.
But, there’s another group of people I have to thank – and yes, tv people – I’m talking about you.
The Jewel in the Crown, of course – 1984 BBC television event – based on Paul Scott’s Raj Quartet. Daphne, Sarah, Guy and Hari – I couldn’t have done this without you.
You bastards. I’m still angry with you for making me feel human emotions.
Capt. Jack, Gwen, Ianto, Rhys. I love you guys.
Mad Men. You fucking bastards. I love you all like people. Every bloody one of you. Even you, Pete. You fucker.
And last, but not least – my beloved True Blood. You snuck up on me earlier this year. I wanted to hate you, I really did – but, no, you had to make me drink your blood and become unnaturally attracted to you. Dammit. I love you so.
Bill – I love how you always deliver one line in such a way as to make iced tea spew forth from my nose.
Lafayette and Jason- well, duh. I love you for everything.
Jessica, Hoyt, Sam, Arlene, Terry, Tara, Sookie, Steve…. I want to give you all big, gigantic hugs.
Eric – well, now Eric. It’s best I keep my feelings for you private. Eh hem.
Seriously True Blood, I love you – even if you’ve turned me into yet another “Vampire” loving, wannabe fangbanger. Sigh.
I owe you all so much for making me laugh, cry, worry and obsess about something other than my best friend being thousands of miles away. I owe you, like big time.