I love Saturday Night Live. It’s the basis of our relationship; the week that Dave and I met was the week before Christmas of 2000, and on our first date, I mentioned that I loved SNL but had no VCR to record it. (I was working 4pm-1am at the time.) On Christmas Eve, as I was getting ready to head home for the holiday, Dave showed up at my house with a big box wrapped in in holiday paper. He handed it over, saying “Even if this doesn’t work out, someone as funny as you should be able to tape SNL.” The VCR is now in our living room.

I even wrote them a letter during a slow night at work that winter. I was bored, and wrote this whole bit about the Church of SNL, and how my agnostic family had a VCR before anyone in town so that my dad could record it and we could all watch it on Sunday morning as a family. (I am so not kidding about that, either.) I also made some of my own suggestions (honestly, dream job would be to be an SNL writer) and in that season, one of my suggestions ACTUALLY SHOWED UP. Maybe it was me, or maybe it was coincidence, but when the “A Wedding Story (gone awry)” skit aired, with Renee Zellweger as the bride in a Kiss-themed wedding, I was freaking out. Let me have my moment of glory.

Last nights premiere was great: I love, love, love that they spoofed that frigging ridiculous Levitra ad with “Dr. Porkenheimer’s Boner Juice.” They totally nailed the parody, complete with blowing white sheers in the background. Yay. Debbie Downer was only really funny last year because of the cast meltdown, but it was okay. The Swiftboat Veterans spoof was great: “These two men? They’re in love! And I’m going to marry them!” I also liked Affleck as Carville, and I think it rocks that Weekend Update is now Tina Fey and Amy Poehler.

I missed the last ten minutes (that fateful VCR is in the living room, and I was watching from bed) but the season looks okay, so far. Better than that premiere a few years ago that had Molly Shannon and Will Ferrell as the Blind Date in Airport couple, anyway.