Not your typical Sunday night.

I had every intent of enjoying the Golden Globes with my townie darlings, but then Austin really (like, really) wanted to watch the season premiere of 24. So he came over, long before 24 even started. So we watched useless things on TV (Frank the Entertainer sent home Tammy, the Asian one nobody likes) until it came on. Bootstrap, Maia, and Switch joined us in their own time.

Informed everyone I don't drink pop so I don't have any. Here's some water. Or apple juice.

Milk?

And then.

The show.

(We made popcorn.)

I think the season premiere set a record for how long it took Jack Bauer to kill somebody. The ax in the chest was a nice touch though. Even though the boys in the room were "Ughhhhhhhhh this is dumb" about the granddaughter scenario, I thought it was touching. The little girl playing his granddaughter is beyond adorable. She likes to run to everyone.

Intriguing plot line so far. The host of Who Wants to be a Millionaire from Slumdog Millionaire plays the president of who knows what. Iraq? I still don't know for sure. Obviously, very interested to find out what the story is with Freddie Prinze, Jr.'s lady friend on the show. Of course we probably won't find out until the second to last episode, if 24 stays true to fashion. I believe tonight the only person with balls in the FBI from last season will be back, but I can't remember her name and it looks like she has a bigger attitude than last season. Karen? Something? No idea.

RENEE.

IMDB is better than Google. Seriously.

Anyway. Should be interesting second half of the season premiere tonight. Four hours of the day done after tonight. The good news is, there are still twenty more episodes to look forward to and agonize over. I really don't know why I put myself through this.

And now I depart for my other favorite drama, DH. That show. Words just can't describe my feelings about it.

Sayonara.