The world has been invited to dine at Downton, and I feel a little like this:
I wish wish wish all my female family compatriots could be here to watch it with me. Alas, they are not. And I can't ask them to wait until such a time. Jeff is out of the mix because he worked a brilliant strategy a few years ago when it came to period pieces. After asking (negotiating?) for weeks that he watch P&P with me, he acquiesced but then proceeded to, throughout the entire thing, make snide, mocking comments and groan like he was passing kidney stones. He accomplished what he set out to: ensure that I would never want him to watch a period piece with him ever again.
I'm also a little nervous. I saw the trailer for Season 2 and got teary-eyed; I love these characters so much! Lord Grantham when he keeps Bates on because it "just wasn't right" to let him go, Lady Grantham and her perfect, selfish wit, "What about MY pride? Is it to be sacrificed on the alter of Mosley's ambition??" What if it doesn't live up to the first season? They also have signed on for a third season; what if it goes downhill as they grapple for ways to extend the plot lines to make more cash? I have a way of idealizing shows, actors, etc. and then later when I revisit it or the show continues, I'm disappointed. (Grey's Anatomy and Felicity, I'm talkin to you, you unbearable shows that started out awesome!)
Ah well, I shall watch it by my lonesome and text commentary to those I love when necessary. And, "in situations such as this, one can normally find an Italian who isn't too picky."