In the first days of a relationship — at least the kind that causes you to spend every breathing second with each other and your friends to roll their eyes you nauseating tards — the disparate parts of a couple’s lives will quickly merge.
For Mike and I, those parts were mostly our genitals. On the rare occasion we weren’t joined at the crotch — and frankly, occasionally when we were — we were showering, or eating, or merging something equally important: our television viewing habits.
For my part, I hooked Mike on a new show I’d already become obsessed with: season one of “Project Runway.” Like me, he instantly appreciated the design details, clever challenges and outrageous personalities (Austin Scarlett! Wendy Pepper!!), and we TiVoed it faithfully every week, right through to the current season.
Mike’s gift to my own television-viewing excesses was a Canadian import: “Trailer Park Boys.” Back then, BBC America was airing “TPB” in a censored format, and the incessant bleeping only served to make the show more hilarious. Thanks to TiVo, he was able to catch me up on multiple seasons of the cult hit, and in the years since, we’ve made treks to Vancouver specifically to grab a new season’s DVD, because we both agree that any show over-the-top enough to name a character Shitty is worth leaving the country for.
So we’re completely wetting ourselves over the fact that the current season of “Project Runway” features a TOTAL DOPPELGANGER of “TPB’s” Julian:
Holy fuck, boys!
(Seriously, if Joe starts executing his design challenges with a permanent rum and Coke in his right hand, we will BOTH DIE HAPPY.)