So I was gonna post about how
uberaeryn and I went out last night to have a couple of beers and discuss the ends of "Fading" and "Sunday Morning Coming Down," respectively, but she's an LJ bogartin' biotch and already wrote something funnier.
"Drunk. Fic. Coyotes."She forgot to mention her suggestion that Sunday Morning end with Spike and Xander driving off into the sunset (?) listening to "Don't Stop Believin'."
She also forgot that I briefly became embarrassed that the bartender kept interrupting our conversation to bring more beer, usually as I was saying something like, "Well, I think I get compliments on my Xander voice because, unlike the people I can't write, say Angel and Oz, I would totally do Xander." That doesn't even make sense, but once I overheard bad hair/feral coyote man (read
uberaeryn's post) talking about margarine vs. butter, I felt my topic of conversation was validated.