Jun 09, 2009 17:25
The apartment was a vision of pink and white, decorated in floaty tulle and balloons and glitter and all kinds of Lorelai-esque things. Rory herself, as it was, was wearing a little tiara and a boa, both in pink. (Look, Lorelai was about to be a...grandma. She got to decorate.)
There was a table for presents, and a table with food (it helps when you're close friends with a caterer), and a mommy to be tucked on a couch with a puppy beside her.
Rory, thankfully, hadn't had to lift a finger.
Not that she would have been allowed, anyway.
[waaaaaaaaait for OCD it's up! open for any friends of either Skywalker. :D]