wah.

So before I moved to Brooklyn, I protested M.'s lack of cable. I demanded that we add "get cable" to our to-do list. There were so many things to get organized when I moved, that I allowed this to remain at the bottom of our list while we took care of more important things like making room for my clothes and ridding the apartment of any items I deemed ugly.
Somewhere along the way, I got quite use to our limited tv channels, mainly because, for some miraculous reason, comedy central and Bravo were unscrambled, illegally I suppose, but I digress.
Upon our return from Japan, I broke the bad news to M.: during the course of our 10 days away, something terrible had happened and comedy central was no longer a sea of funny Jon Stewart jokes but a dark, dark abyss. He took the news well and I too stayed strong, knowing that it was Bravo that kept me satiated.
But alas, all good and illegal things must come to an end. On Friday night, I parked it in the easy chair and low and behold, the lights had come down on Bravo. I turned the TV off and then on again - still, nothing. Our short but wonderful ride together had ended. I thought of texting M.: "Come home quick, something really bad has happened."
But it seemed a bit dramatic, too much Bravo I guess.