It all started last summer when I committed myself to
watching 8 seasons of HBO’s Entourage. It was an innocent endeavor until I
caught myself on multiple occasions staying up until the wee hours of the
morning anxiously awaiting Ari Gold’s appearance in each episode. I was
obsessed and had no shame. Ari Gold is a strong-headed business man that lets
no one tell him what to do… except for his wife. The contrast between working
Ari and husband Ari made me weak in the knees. When Ari’s character faced
adversity, a little (or big) bit of my heart broke. No matter if Ari was in the
wrong, I was always rooting for him to come out on top.
Embarrassingly enough, I successfully finished eight seasons
in less than a summer’s vacation time. In the last scene of the last episode of
the last season, as the song “Going To California” by Led Zeppelin played in
the background, Ari came to a fork in the road with his career and home life… and
the season ended. The emptiness in my heart was at an all time high. For the
next week, “Going To California” was playing on repeat to help me cope with the
end of my second life with Ari Gold. Since then, I’ve let my parasocial
relationship dwindle down to now only consist of occasional googling sessions
of Jeremy Piven interviews, my favorite Ari Gold scenes, and replaying the last
scene of entourage to be reminiscent of last summer. The only hopes I have now
are the rumors of an Entourage movie coming true. For now, Goodbye Ari Gold.
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