Look at these gorgeous creatures!
Here’s the full recap! Just in time to serve as a reminder before tonight’s episode.
So…remember how Whitney Houston died a while back? Well, she picked a cruddy time to do so, because Glee went on hiatus, so they had to wait for a while. But they actually pulled it off (kind of) by making it be about endings and how most of the Gleeks are graduating and moving on. And not one with a crack addiction! (Too soon? Come on.) Continue reading
How have we never seen this combination before? In three years? REALLY?
Guys, I’m at NYADA auditioning (No I’m not. I’m selling perfume on street corners for college money.) so the full recap will come on Saturday. BUT WE HAVE TO ADDRESS THIS EPISODE BEFORE THEN. Continue reading
Oh, I'm sorry, were you wanting to fangirl us? Because we get it. We're fabulous.
Are you kidding me? Wait, it’s not what you think. Let me tell you a little something about me: I like being happy. I like things that make me happy. And guys…disco makes me happy. WAIT, DON’T GO. When I was in college as a good Mormon kid, we had to be creative to have fun. (No booze, coffee, dry humping, and no Saturday Night Live. Thanks, LDS church for buying the NBC channel and blocking that.) There was a cover group in Salt Lake City called the “Disco Drippers” and my BFF and I used to hit the thrift stores, get outfits (I seriously have some awesome satin pant suits), and rock out at the roller rink.
Because that’s where the Drippers would play. Well, bars sometimes, but roller rinks! And it was packed with people in their 70s finest. Whatever, that’s a good time. I would like to present to the court that I have my own gold lame boot roller skates. Yeah. Brooklyn: we go hard. Continue reading
The most handsome man in North America: Matt Bomer.
A few changes here on HDJM regarding the Glee-caps. I’m going to discontinue the drinking game portion as it’s a lot of work to ultimately get me schnockered, and drinking alone is sad. (No it isn’t, it’s romantic. Damn, me!) So thanks to you who have enjoyed all of the recipes I’ve created, but I think my liver needs a break.
Tonight’s episode suffers Eric Stoltz-itis, as in, way too much happening. (He totally ascribes to the buckshot method of storytelling.) But there were so many awesomely hilarious moments that I can forgive the whiplash, jam-packed, bursting-at-the-seams feel of the whole thing. And Matt Bomer needs to be on everything. Continue reading
Glee girls/Bridesmaids. I needed a sweet-funny something to counterbalance the serious.
I use the exclamation point in the title with absolute irony. I had a cocktail for this episode – here’s how that works. I’m spoiler free. I get an idea of what the episode is about from the promos and make up a drink. I feel that playing the drinking game is wholly inappropriate for this show, much like “Funeral” from season two. There were some extremely touchy subjects tonight (suicidal thoughts/actions) so there’s a warning. But god.damn, when this show wants to tell something, it does, and it does it in an almost breathtaking fashion.
Long story short, this was amazing television. If you hurt, they did it right. Continue reading
Ay, Señor Martinez es muy guapo, sí? And I’m not the only one who thought so. In fact, one Kurt Hummel seemed to be a little lip-bitey around him. In honor of the incredibly delicious Ricky Martin as the guest, our cocktail for this episode is Mis Pantalones es en Fuego! (Para tu, Papi.) Continue reading
Uh oh, it's college acceptance letter time.
I don’t know how they packed so much story around all the songs, but well done, Glee. The kids find out which colleges they’re going to, Artie busts a mother truckin’ groove, and even though I cringed in a few places, they rocked the Michael episode. In honor of getting rocked by a Jackson, today’s cocktail is for those who know the backstory on the Jackson 5: The Gary, Indiana. (Better watch yourself, or Joe’ll get the belt!) Continue reading
Best stunt casting ever. Also, thank you for shirtless Sam, Powers That Be. I mean that in a non-creepy way.
Well, this episode was aptly named. Yes to so much! And…no to things too. Today’s cocktail is in honor of the opening number and my undying love for making dirty jokes about Grease, even though it’s dirty enough on its own. Pink Lady (with a T-Bird Finish.) I’m a bad girl. (It’s subtle.) Continue reading
Their holiday is automatically better than yours. That's the real Chewbacca there!
It’s the one where they forgot the Gays and the Jews! Pfft, what do they have to do with Christmas anyway, right? Since I am sans computer, we’re going without a Special Cocktail today for this Special Episode, but if you pour a generous amount of rum in some eggnog, I’ll join you.
They both just agreed to love me. I SEE WHAT I WANT TO SEE, OKAY?
Sectionals! A veritable whiplash of story wrap up in a ridiculous amount of time! But this week it’s all about hanging on to your youth, because once that’s gone, what do you have left? Nothing. Being young is everything. EVERYTHING. It’s the cat’s pajamas! And so this week’s cocktail is the Bee’s Knees. Continue reading