A couple of weeks ago, my friend Lionel and I had the wonderful idea of organising a « Dawson’s creek Marathon » evening, this mushy series I believed to be alone in loving … but it seems not!
Everytime I talk about it to someone, the answer I get is that it was incredibly namby-pamby, and pure sentimental psychological torture (I will admit that the characters did have this annoying tendency of answering with endless tirades to someone simply saying « Hi, how’s it going? »).
But for my part, I was all over it every saturday afternoon, even if I hated Dawson’s character (=Team Pacey). So of course, when I found out that there was another person on planet Earth that was as passionate as I was about this series, the idea of a « Dawson’s creek marathon » came about instantly.
And who says « Dawson marathon » says sushis, sweets of all kinds (amongst which my host’s delicious home-made cookies), an almost shameful regression, a full blown nostalgia. I love it. (English translation by Bleu Marine)