Glitter Years

Ballrooms and Biscotti

An airport shuttle van drops Lorelai, Anna, and Rory off in front of their house. "Agh!" Lorelai screamed at the car as it drove away.

"And we're home." Rory sighs.

"I can't wait to be in my bed." Anna wanted a soft bed compared to the hard hostile beds.

"How long does a freakin' van ride take?" She glares at it like she could still see it.

"Not that long!" Rory swore the driver was going ten below the speed limit.

"Everybody in the world's life flashed before my eyes. That's how much time I had. I thought we were gonna die in that van." She looked at them and pointed in the direction the van went.

"It seemed like a good possibility." Rory grips her backpack tightly.

"You should have slept like me." Anna dropped her backpack to stretch.

"I'm not going to sleep in a stranger's car." Rory shook her head.

"Ugh, that van ride felt longer than our train ride from Paris to Prague, and we had that group of French boys singing Sk8er Boi and smelling like a soccer field sitting all around us." She grumbled.

Babette comes out of her house and rushes over to them. "Oh my God, you're back! Morey, they're back! Are you hurt? Are you bleeding?"

"Oh, we're fine." Lorelai put on a strained smile. She loved her neighbor but she wanted her night to end.

"You're fine? They're fine! Morey! MOREY!" She screams for her husband.

He opens the front door. "Yeah?"

"They're fine!" She yelled.

"Okay." He goes back inside.

"What the hell happened to you three? According to the itinerary that Rory gave me, you were supposed to be home on Saturday." She had been worried sick.

"The itinerary that Rory gave you?" She looked at her daughter.

"Itinerary?" Anna looks at her sister. Lorelai's big rule was no planning.

"So when you girls didn't show up, we panicked! Morey?" She yelled for him again.

He opens the front door. "Yeah?"

"Didn't we panic?" She asked him to confirm.

"Yeah." He goes inside. He, like the Gilmore Girls, was ready for bed.

"Hey, Morey, have you ever thought about just staying out here at times like these?" Lorelai imagined he just sat down when she called for him.

"By Sunday night, I was a complete basket case. I thought you'd been kidnapped by some crazy Sandinistas or something." She put a hand over her speeding heart.

"Because the Sandinista movement is so popular in France." Lorelai sighed at the geographical ignorance.

"So, finally, I just started calling consulates." She told them.

"Consulates?" Anna wonders how she got those numbers.

"How many consulates?" Lorelai asked.

"Ah, jeez, all of 'em. Anyhow, you're here. Let's go inside, I wanna hear all about Europe. Morey, I'm going in!" She yelled to her husband.

"Okay." He yelled out the window.

Babette goes into Lorelai's house without the girls. "You gave her an itinerary?" She didn't know why she would do that.

"I thought it would be good for someone to know where we were." She reasoned.

"Oh, you gave her an itinerary and she called every consulate in the world." Lorelai pointed out why she shouldn't have done that.