It’s AI time!
And how perfect is it that it coincides with the end of my crazy 3 month writing jag? I already love Angela from Chicago, and the blondie from Oregon.
Alexis scared me. Really scared me. She pissed my MIL off big time. I got the call, and it was not pretty. I love it when she gets all riled up and swears like a sailor.
So the guy who wrote and sang the stalker song to Paula? Very scary. I was glad Simon insisted the bouncers cart his weird ass away. The dude with the Genie costume? Wow. I wonder what his waxing appointment cost him. There were others. Oh, oh, oh! How could I forget Princess Leah? O.M.G! Who knew there were clip on ear buns!
Okay, so I was not disappointed tonight. I thought while the show was rife with the freaks there were some diamonds in the rough plucked from the mud.
But, what I am constantly amazed by how many of these people who actually believed they had what it takes to get to the big show but who have zero in the talent pool. I know many, okay, a lot are just trying to get on national television, but some of them who really suck are genuinely devastated when they get the British boot in the arse. How does that happen? Who are the people encouraging them and telling them they’re good? I’m all for telling my kids and friends to reach for the stars and don’t let anyone tell you can’t achieve your dreams, but here’s the real world: I’d love to be a rock and roll star. The forty-something version of Stevie Nicks. But, the sad fact is, I can not carry a tune if the lives of my children depended on it. No matter how much training I have. I. Can. Not. Sing. Period.
Sigh. But I can do karaoke! Heh, apparently so can my friend Jami Alden. But that’s a whole ‘nother story.
So, who’s in for the AI long haul this season, and do you have any faves from tonight? Cele? I know you’re watching and you too, Edie. Thoughts?