Jon and I, as you might have guessed from the part of my post on Wednesday where I talked about how we prepared for marriage, have different tastes in TV shows. Nothing makes me happier on a lazy night at home than zoning out in front of a rerun of Law and Order: SVU or CSI: Miami. (Yes, I know that Miami's the worst of the bunch - but I love the soap opera. Judge away!) Jon hates cop shows. When he walks into the room and hears the dun dun, he turns right around and flees. However, he's hooked on Breaking Bad and watched every episode ever of The Wire in an unbelievably small space of time. Interestingly, he's also a card-carrying member of the cult of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. As you can imagine, it's sort of hard to find common ground.
When we have managed to come together on the couch, it's been over the strangest assortment of shows. I was thrilled when we discovered Battlestar Galactica at the same time because it meant months of something to watch together, though I actually got bored halfway through the second season and lost interest, and we're both huge fans of Game of Thrones. Jon resisted Downton Abbey for the longest time but finally caved, and a few years ago I gave in to the colossal pressure (from entirety of Great Britain, I'll have you know) to watch Doctor Who. Buffy was his gateway drug for True Blood, thank goodness, and we also have bonded over our teenage memories of The OC.
(Quick side note for those of you who are interested in US/UK cultural and linguistic differences: what we in America call a "season" is called a "series" in the UK. So when Downton Abbey starts again in a few weeks, they'll be on series four. It took me the longest time to catch on to this!)
Anyway, the whole point of today's post is to say that I've found a new show for us to watch together from the beginning when he moves over to the States. It's actually an old show that I never watched and finally, after pressure from my sister, lots of chatter on Twitter, and a reawakened love for Connie Britton because of Nashville, I'm jumping on the bandwagon.
Yes, dear readers, Jon and I are going to start watching Friday Night Lights. The funny thing is that the show will be just as much a glimpse of another world for me as it will be for Jon; I didn't grow up in a football-saturated culture. Sure, it exists around here - I sing "fight for old DC" as loudly the next native - but I totally missed out on the insanity of high school and college ball. (I went to an all-girls' school and, while our brother school did have a football team, it wasn't nearly the same experience as I hear you get at other places whether you want to or not. And then Columbia... well, the less said about Columbia football the better, probably.) But I'm really excited to start watching Friday Night Lights and, in honor of the show and football season and the beginning of the school year, I've put together an appropriate outfit for a football game.
I mean, I hope it's appropriate! I really have no idea. I'd wear a Redskins jersey to a game at FedEx field, of course, but does this look right for a high school game? Be honest. From a Google Image search for "Tami Taylor" plus my memories of what I wore for the few boys' games I went to more than a decade ago, I think I could make this work for a Friday night under the lights! Yea or nay?