It's official. The O.C. has ended. I watched the series finale last night, and there will never be another new episode of one of my favorite TV shows. I'm actually pretty sad. I know, I know, it's pretty pathetic that a freaking TV show can get me all misty, but I was watching the show last night, and at the end, all of a sudden, I found tears rolling down my cheeks. That's never happened to me before during a TV show. And I think there were a few reasons that contributed to my feeble condition. First of all, I really loved those characters. They have been through a lot, and they're extremely well drawn. It's obvious that they were close to Josh Schwarz's (the creator) heart. It was a pretty sentimental ending, and a very fitting demise for the show (a baby for two of the characters, a wedding in the future, the main character reaching his goals, and of course the inevitable Marissa flashbacks from the first episode). Of course, it's not like the best years of the show were ahead of it...the last season and a half have been pretty rushed, and disappointing. But the show is ending at a time where it's kind of like an end to a section of my own life, as well. I literally remember watching the first episode ever, on the floor of Matt and I's apartment in West Monroe, right after I had moved there. Lacey and I were playing cards, and it was on in the background. We were, to be truthful, making fun of it at first. The point is, the start of the show was kind of like the start of our relationship. It began while we were dating, continued through our courtship, engagement, marriage, two moves (Springfield and Indianapolis) and now we're about to have a baby. That part of our lives is over, and a new (even better!) part is about to begin. So, bon voyage O.C., and bon voyage to our life without children. It was fun while it lasted, and I look forward expectantly to the next set of challenges.
Posted by jmmelton at February 23, 2007 07:21 AM | TrackBack