sail away...

The OC has been one of my guilty pleasures as of late. At work, it seems only the young-uns partake in this weekly dose of primetime trash drama. I guess we're not old enough to know better...or maybe we're just too young to give a damn. One of our co-workers, overhearing Jeanette and I talk about the show over lunch one day, asked if it was any good. "Any good?" we responded in unison, "It's soooo bad, it's good!"

Anyway, as we bade adieu to another season of teenaged angst and melodrama, I had to giggle at the sight of Ryan leaving in the same clothes he originally arrived to the Cohen mansion in - the wifebeater, draped with the cliched leather jacket and hoodie. Oh, and his favorite accessories, those brooding, Russel-Crowe like, puppy dog eyes. *groan* An al-too obvious wardrobe choice...

Another slap-myself-silly-and-ask-myself-why-I'm-so-engrossed-in-this-stupid-show moment occurred as Marissa stood on the balcony weeping over her departing Ryan. As she fake-cries (being the blatantly obvious person on the show who so obviously lacks the talent to act), her bony hands reach into the planters and pull out a lovely bottle of drink. Drowning your sorrows again, Marissa? Tut, tut! You should know better, you're going to end up in therapy with that psycho Oliver again.

Yet another bang-my-head-against-the-wall moment (although, I have to admit that it got me a little misty-eyed) was when Seth sailed away (to Tahiti, I'm assuming) on his yacht...ahem...raft. What the hell?!? Is that thing even sea-worthy? It looks like it's made out of paper!

As much as I scoff in mock horror at the sordid tales of these hip, young, Californians, I will miss them and will be eagerly anticipating their return in the fall. Summer will be freshly tanned from a summer of frollicking in the sun and still be adorable as all hell. Seth will have returned from his soul-searching adventures a man (that is if he doesn't go the way of Tom Hanks in Castaway). Ryan will dump Theresa after she miscarries, or something equally tragic happens so that he can go back to Orange County and reclaim the Cohen pool house. And hopefully (fingers and toes crossed), Marissa will have fallen off that balcony a tangled, boney mess, having boozed up too much over the departure of her beloved Ryan.