OK, I confess: My big treat for myself after a long night working was to let myself watch tonight's TiVoed "Reunion" on FOX.
The show has been off for three or four weeks, and I was relived to have it come back. Yeah, I know it's cheesy and predictable and soap operay, but I love the '80s and I love the whole one-year-an-episode concept. I try not to mind that every plot twist is telegraphed as if it was sent by Western Union. I can tolerate the horrible-acting Tom Cruise lookalike and the hairful Rebecca Gayheart lookalike. And it goes without saying I love Will Estes, late of dearly departed "American Dreams." I hope this show makes it through a whole season without being canceled.
And every time they trumpet their little preview ads about someone murdered on the night of their 20th reunion, it jolts me back to my own 20-year reunion just a month ago, and what a blast it was. Thankfully, no one was murdered, although between my best friend Lisa and I, we did manage to kill off a bottle of Champagne and one of red wine.