Farewell to Five
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My friend, Kate, remembers all that Party of Five is and ever was.

I don’t know what to do on Wednesdays at 9 p.m. Usually I say that after watching the season finale every April but with summer on its way, I always found something to fill my time, like hanging out with friends or swimming or watching a movie. And then I would look forward to the late August or September nights when the season would begin again when I spent Wednesday nights plopped in front of the television set.

But this is different. This is a permament change. My Wednesday nights aren’t just gone for the summer, they’re gone for good.

Party of Five ended its six-year run on May 3. Six years--so much time, so many memories. Gosh, I don’t even know where to start for favorite episodes or things I will miss. I always tuned in on Wednesday nights, Tuesdays for part of the last season, to see what my favorite characters were up to. I almost took them to be real, real people with real problems. Maybe that’s the sense of the drama and what Chris Keyser and Amy Lippmann wanted Party of Five to be.

I had a crush on Bailey and I wanted to go out with him, I wanted to be friends with Julia and Sarah, I wanted to baby-sit for Owen and I wanted Charlie to be my older brother. Well, okay. Maybe Charlie as an older brother wouldn’t be that great because we all saw his irresponsibility in the first season, but he turned himself around by the end.

I cried when Charlie and Kirsten didn’t get married the first time, I cried when Julia married Griffin, I cried when Sarah turned down Bailey’s engagement, I cried the last fifteen minutes of the series finale. For some reason, Party of Five made me do that--I never cry during movies that are supposed to be tear-jerkers or other TV shows.

I loved listening to Claudia play the violin and watching Owen walk for the first time. I smiled when Julia taught Charlie how to dance in the kitchen. I was relieved when Charlie’s Hodgkin’s Disease went into remission. I sat on the edge of my seat during the intervention episode of the third season and when the Salinger clan confronted Walter Alcott, who killed their parents. I laughed when they played tag in the cemetery.

Six years really is a long time. I don’t even want to think about the number of hours I spent in front of the TV watching Party of Five because I know it was a lot. But it was worth it; I don’t know if I’ll ever find a show that I like more.

I don’t even know what to find on TV on Wednesdays. I always think of Party of Five and FOX, but NBC, ABC and CBS? I have no clue. but it’s not like I care either. My heart will always be with Party of Five. The little show that could, as TV Guide dubbed it. Party of Five--the party’s sadly over, but nothing will replace those Wednesday nights. I just have to dig out my videotapes and watch 6 years all over again.

Where will I be on Wednesdays at 9pm when a new TV season starts? I don’t know but I’m thinking the couch will be empty and television set turned off. It’s too sad to think about watching something other than Party of Five at that time.

The Party may be over, but the family will always remain.

I want to say thanks to my friend, Kate, who made this webpage. If anyone would like to tell Kate how great her page is or how much they'll miss Party of Five please e-mail her.