Back to the Creek.

So, I spent the weekend watching Dawson's Creek. (Hey. Don't judge me. We've all been there.) The story goes like this - back in the day, my friends and I were obsessed with this show. Leah and I would dissect the story lines and the characters week after week. We hated Dawson, the over-analytical killjoy, whose moral high ground, ridiculous vocabulary and bad metaphors made us throw our hands up in frustration. We rooted for Pacey, the perennial underachiever and bad boy, cause he was the underdog, and sincere, and just so goddarn cute. He was the man of the show. And we despaired over WHY these two were so hung up on JOEY, the neurotic smartypants whose side-smile and squinty eyes made us puke cause she was JUST SO ANNOYING!









Over ten years later, I'm pleased to confirm that our opinions haven't changed one bit. We've been planning a Dawson's Creek marathon for so long (because yes, i do own the box set), but never seemed to get around to it. Since she's packing her bags for London - permanently - in just three weeks, we decided we'd better get cracking. And so the weekend was spent with our old friends from Capeside, commiserating with them, laughing with them, but mostly yelling at them from the comfort of the lounge. Highlights include:





"DAWSON! YOU ARE SUCH A WET RAG! GET OVER YOURSELF!"







"JOEY! I HATE YOU! UPGRADE THE SHOES, PLEASE!"







"PACEY! I LOVE YOU! PICK ME!"







"DAWSON! GET A BETTER HAIRCUT! YOU LOOK LIKE SIMPLE JACK FROM TROPIC THUNDER!"









"JOEY! I HATE YOU! I CAN'T BELIEVE PACEY BOUGHT YOU A WALL! HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER!"









"PACEY! I LOVE YOU! PICK ME!"







We also provided insightful and lengthy commentary. Such as: "Oooh, it's pensive Pacey. He's reflecting on the days when he and Dawson were brothers, not enemies. Can their friendship be repaired? His despairing look says no. Well. He did lose all of Dawson's money. The money that was going to fund his first feature film. The money that Dawson trusted him to invest, since he turned all fancy-pants share-trader on us. Just go be a chef Pacey. That's all you're good for. (I didn't mean that. I was just mad. I love you.)"









Or: "Ugh, there she goes again with the squinty eyes. It's that 'I'm-figuring-it-all-out-as-i-speak' look. God i hate her. She's so whiny. No wonder someone sabotaged the mural she painted for the school, which got Pacey into a fist-fight on her behalf and nearly expelled, which made Dawson super jealous, even though he was the one who asked Pacey to be there for her in the first place, since he couldn't because it hurt too much to be around her after she broke up with him at the end of Season 2."







Or, "Die Dawson, die. Nobody likes you. You'll be a virgin forever. Even though i hate Joey, it was still totally slack of you to reject her when she took her top off and offered herself to you at that party you had to raise money to fix your Dad's boat, which you crashed because that ho-bag Eve was trying to get jiggy with it and all you wanted to do was get to know her, intellectually of course, not physically."









And don't think it was just those three that got trashed. We had plenty of ammo leftover for Jen (who bores us to tears - the most exciting thing she did was die, in the last episode), Gail (Dawson's mother - OMG Gail, i can't believe you would have an affair with your co-anchor when you have the perfect male specimen in MITCH waiting at home for you every night!), Jack (we get it, you're gay. Boo hoo.), and alas, even Grams (Isn't she dead yet? What kind of grandmother allows these shenanigans to go on under her own roof?)









In short, we had a fantastic weekend. It brought back so many memories - and yeah, we totally did belt out that theme song. Shamelessly. Several times.









Leah! This is for you - because Kate. Is Amazing.



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