Entourage’s Last Hurrah

HBO’s popular comedy Entourage is back Sunday for what will be its eighth and final season. Shortened to just eight episodes, our time with the boys from Queens Blvd. will be coming to an end very soon.

A lot sooner than many would have hoped.

In an exploration of navigating Hollywood with your closest gang of goons, Entourage created the ultimate wet dream. A version of heaven. Or, as I like to think of it, 30 minutes with my favorite brand of lotion (Aveeno Active Naturals). With smokin’ broads around every corner, a bottomless bank account, and an endless supply of drugs and/or booze, show creator Doug Ellin and his crew created a viewing experience that tapped into the fantasy world that most males would kill to live out.

Ever wonder why females loved Sex and The City so much? Because it was their version of wish fulfillment — successful careers, Berkin bags, Louboutin shoes, and lots of #@$%ing dick. Entourage took that formula and catered it to the sensibilities of starry-eyed masturbators who dreamed of escaping to the land of movie stars, Maserattis, and never-ending parties. But what would those good times be if it weren’t with your best friends at your side?

Whether you’re boning porn stars in restaurants, beating up Seth Green for drinking Jäger, bugging out from smoking too much weed, or yelling obscenities at your gay assistant, life is just better when it’s being enjoyed with friends.

And that’s what ties it all together. The bonds shared by these transplanted bros from New York is something inherently understandable and yet hardly attainable. Friends, for the most part, come and go. What makes Entourage that perfect dream of wish fulfillment is the fact that these guys have stuck together since grade school. Very few people have a support system that goes as far back. Those of you who do, consider yourselves lucky — to be living out thedream.