I almost forgot that it’s time for fall TV, given that it’s still 91 degrees here with 4,000 percent humidity.
One of my favorite shows is “Nashville” and I would have watched the season premier last night but I had to watch “Chicago Fire” on my DVR because as much as I adore Connie Britton, I fell in love with those firefighters over the summer.
Just a day ago, my friend Wendi texted me because she followed Connie Britton on Twitter and oh my god, Connie followed her back.
I couldn’t believe I was now one degree away from Connie and I could funnel all my “Nashville” and “Friday Night Lights” musings through Wendi right to Connie!!
But then I thought, why should Wendi get all the damn glory? Wendi is so obsessed with Barry Manilow that she probably doesn’t even have time to watch “Nashville” or truly appreciate Connie’s hair. And if Connie and I were going to have a true friendship, without that Wendi always muscling her way in, then I’d have to follow Connie myself. So I followed her on Twitter and waited.
She did!! This was going to be incredible. I’d help write the “FNL” movie script! I’d assist in writing some of her songs for “Nashville!” I’d curl her hair! I’d make her Cash’s Godmother! We would drink wine together while quoting our favorite lines from “FNL!” We would talk about who’s hotter: Tim Riggins or Coach Taylor or Deacon? I’d dress up as her for Halloween and she’d dress up as me!
And then today, I pulled up her Twitter feed (because that’s the kind of thing new best friends do – check up on each other y’all!) and found this…..
I guess it was a fake account.
Please don’t tell Wendi about this development. She missed out on presale tickets for Manilow’s UK tour and she is in a very fragile state.