Loading...In 2007 The Sopranos ended. A whole lot of other important stuff happened, too, I mean, I think it did, it must have right? Surely SOMETHING else must have happened that year- but who gives a crap- THE SOPRANOS ENDED. And what a finale it was – filled to the brim with SHOCKING revelations. Tony likes Journey- SHOCKER!! Meadow can’t parallel park- SHOCKER!! Evidently there’s some place in New Jersey with really delicious onion rings that they’ve been going to all this time AND WE NEVER HAD ANY IDEA!!! 
SHOCKER!!!!! And – the biggest revelation of all- DAVID CHASE IS A DOUCHEBAG WHO WANTS TO RUIN OUR LIVES!!!! Seriously, I’m still not over it. We just deleted the episode from our DVR like last year, and honestly, it’s only because we got a new DVR box from DirecTV and it was their new “seriously, that was six years ago you have to get over it” package. And, I’m not the only one- when David Chase randomly said in an interview a couple of weeks ago that Tony Soprano wasn’t killed it was major news. I mean, it was a slow news day because there were no new NFL players accused of domestic violence and Jameis Winston didn’t rape anybody or swear in public (Go on- guess which of those things he was actually punished for? Go on- guess- it’ll be fun… and then incredibly depressing), so clearly there was nothing else to talk about, but clearly I’m not the only one who still isn’t over it. WHY, DAVID, WHY??? Why couldn’t you give us a satisfying ending? Why couldn’t you give us closure? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A DICK ALL THE TIME???? James Gandolfini had to die for your sins- I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY. (He is!)
On the personal front- we took a magical trip to Paris to celebrate Lauren’s mother’s 60th birthday (she also came) and Lenny took a magical trip to Orange County to mope on somebody else’s carpet. So one of us went on a profound journey of cultural and philosophical discovery and one of us lay around scratching himself and eating stuff. Go on- guess which one is which- it’ll be fun…and then slightly sad and pathetic. Hey- what was I supposed to do- I was itchy and the food was magnifique (French for “amazeballs”) and Lenny loves Sartre. Read all about his existential journey in the 2007 Holiday Letter.
And, in case you missed them- here are the 2005 Letter and 2006 Letter
Happy Holidays (they’re not really that happy).
