For the past couple of months, I've had a new crush — FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper. That's right. I'm takin' it back to the old school, Twin Peaks-style.
My friend Shara has been hosting Twin Peaks girl's night every Thursday. We gather at her house and watch two episodes of the David Lynch-directed cult classic. I missed out on the show when it first aired in 1991. I was 11 then, and I remember the show's opening theme. But that's about it. I'm guessing that opening theme was my cue to turn the channel because I'm sure I would have found the show to be weird and boring back then.
But now I love it! A dancing little person, a foreboding giant, a scandalous strip club, and creepy old Bob. Yes, please. "The owls are not what they seem" is a catchphrase I'll be using for life. We finished the series last Thursday, and of course we had to celebrate with a cherry pie Norma would be proud to serve at the Double R Diner. This is Isa and Terry's She's My Cherry Pie from Vegan Pie in the Sky:
And you can't have delicious pie without a cup of damn, fine coffee. Shara made us almond milk lattes in her new espresso machine:
Next Thursday, we're watching Fire Walk With Me, the 1992 prologue film to the Twin Peaks series. And then, we're on to the next series. Since we started girl's show night, we've watched The O.C., True Blood, Breaking Bad, and now Twin Peaks. Not sure what's next, but I doubt it will be as crazy as Twin Peaks. And I doubt it will feature any character as hot as Agent Cooper.