“Anything really worthwhile is perishable.”—Bryan Cranston
September 30, 2013
Text from me: Hey, Cyn, r u watching Breaking Bad? Want to go to the finale watch party on Sunday?
Cynthia: Hey Shannon girl you know I’m watching Breaking Bad. Where’s the party???
“This parking lot is full,” said Cynthia as we drove around the lot at Hotel Albuquerque futilely looking for an empty slot. I told her it was because of the watch party, and at first she didn’t believe it. As a lot of L.A. transplants are prone to say, “But this is Albuquerque.”
It’s also the end of Emmy Award-winning Breaking Bad, the show that made its home in Albuquerque, brought in $1 million in direct spending per episode (according to Mayor Richard Berry), and also made the Duke City a main character in the show.
Inside the hotel, the ballroom was packed. Cynthia approached a lone woman at a table and asked if all the chairs were taken. She said they were, that she was guarding the camera and video equipment for the rest of the gang, but if we could find some extra chairs we were welcome to share the table.
Cynthia, otherwise known as my good luck charm, immediately scored two chairs from various locations, and we parked our behinds at the table. Turns out we were sitting at a “media” table: two of our table mates were reporting and filming for Gov TV and another writes for Steven Michael Quezada’s The After After Party.
We bought our table hostess, and ourselves, some blue drinks. We were going to need liquor to get through the next 75 minutes. Breaking Bad has been such a huge part of our lives. Although we were both late to the game, Cynthia by one season and me by four, we were both instantly and irrevocably hooked on the show from the pilot. It’s like we’re losing a friend. Or several seriously messed up, yet beloved, friends.
Cynthia’s company, C&H Cleaning Solutions, worked for the Breaking Bad production. “Remember when they faked Jesse getting his brains blown out? We had to clean that up.”
On the two screens at the front of the ballroom, last week’s repeat episode played. As it concluded, a resounding cheer went up from the crowd because the finale was about to begin. “The energy in here is incredible,” Cynthia said. “I just got goosebumps.”
Throughout the finale, there was plenty of of whooping and hollering. But at the climactic scene that revealed, in all its glory, the fate of the Aryan Brotherhood, I’m pretty sure I was cheering the loudest.
Our verdict, after it was all over:
Cynthia added, “Vince Gilligan is a genius.”
I was so disoriented and euphoric after the finale that on the drive home, I took the wrong exit. Twice. I blame Cynthia. She’d been reminiscing about how when she first moved here from L.A. she only took the city streets because she was so sick of driving on the freeway.
So the drive home took a little longer than usual, through the back streets of Albuquerque. Fitting conclusion for the night.
I’m pretty sure the after effects of arguably the best drama ever to air on television will last a lot longer.
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- Breaking Bad Fan Pack Raffle (readwritebliss.wordpress.com)
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