So what did you do on Friday night?
Per usual, I have been having problems with my DVR. So I made an appointment with Comcast to fix it for this past Saturday, appointment window from 9 a.m. until noon.
I don't know how this happened, but somehow my brain didn't make the connection that Comcast fixing the DVR most likely equal Comcast replacing the DVR which means that every show I had saved on the DVR would be lost.
Which is kind of a problem when your DVR looks like this:
Lost: 4 episodes
New Adventures of Old Christine: 2 episodes
Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip: 2 episodes
The Amazing Race: 1 episodes
Ugly Betty: 4 episodes
Desperate Houswives: 1 episode
Veronia Mars: 1/4 of an episode (thanks, crappy DVR for not taping the rest)
Grey's Anatomy: 2 episodes
Dancing with the Stars: 2 episodes
The O.C.: 3 episodes
Las Vegas: 1 episode
Boston Legal: 2 episodes (only Gobo watches this)
The Wire: 3 episodes (again, just for Gobo)
And that is just the new stuff. Also on the DVR were episodes of Murder, She Wrote, King of the Hill, The Simpsons, a potentially soft-core porn movie with Alyssa Milano called Embrace of the Vampire (that's just for Gobo, who harbors a crush on her), and two episodes of Celebrity Duets featuring Belinda Carlisle I was hoping to save forever.
Unfortunately, I realized I was going to have to watch all of these shows at 10 p.m. on Friday. And Comcast was coming at 9 the next morning. So I had 11 hours in which to watch 21 hours and fifteen minutes of television. And I had just spent twelve hours at the office.
But I was on a mission. Before I left the home Gobo expressed a concern that we wouldn't have enough snacks to get us through a night of television-watching. But really, there was no time for snacks. There was no time for bathroom breaks. If we were going to get this done, we had to watch everything we could, straight through, without interruption. But then, crisis! I hear someone say my name as I rush down K Street, trying to get home as quickly as possible. Who is it? A friend from high school, who I haven't seen or spoken to in 11 years. I spent 30 minutes talking to him, and all I could think was "oh great, there goes another show I won't have time to watch." It was like losing your clue or getting a bad driver on The Amazing Race. A show which, if the conversation with high school friend went much longer, I wasn't going to be able to view. Luckily, I eventually got home.
The first order of business was to prioritize. Obviously, anything old (like Belinda on Duets and Murder, She Wrote) would have to be sacrificed. It's sad, but everyone has to make tough choices in life. I then happily realized that Desperate Housewives, The O.C. and Dancing with the Stars were available on my bedroom DVR, so I didn't have to watch those. I was down to 15 hours and 15 minutes of television. The clear first priority was Lost. Gobo and I sat down and watched it until 1 a.m. It's too bad we couldn't discuss the episodes at all, as we had to soldier on. We followed Lost up with an episode of Studio 60, and then an episode of Old Christine. Gobo fell asleep four times during Old Christine, so he went off to bed.
I, on the other hand, stayed strong (and I may have gotten crabby with Gobo for abandoning me, but I didn't really have time to stay upset). There was more work to be done. I got through The Amazing Race and then followed it up with an episode of Ugly Betty. By this time, it was 4:40 a.m. And I'm sad to admit it, but I couldn't take it anymore. I figured that I could live without ever watching the second episode of Studio 60, since I really don't enjoy the show, that I could watch Old Christine in the morning as I waited for Comcast (they were sure to be late, right?), that I would have to live without two episodes of Grey's Anatomy, which I haven't been enjoying much anyway, and that the DVR had only given me 15 minutes of Veronica Mars, so I could just read the recap on Television Without Pity.
So that's how it was to go down. The cable guy got to our place promptly at 9:10 a.m. (of course this would be the one time that Comcast has ever arrived at the beginning of my window...or hell, in the window at all), meaning I didn't wake up in time for Old Christine. But then the cable guy looked at our DVR box. And he realized he hadn't brought the proper replacement box. So he left. And he left us with our box, to return Tuesday (tomorrow) with a new box.
Meaning we had the rest of the weekend to watch all of the shows we had left.