Last night brought me some musical joy and a new best friend. Also, to a new level of loathing and disgust, but that was somehow less remarkable.
So much that was good! The hotness of Army Guy who danced with Paula! (Sure, he's his own biggest fan and is lacking the spontaneity that would have made him truly great—but he brought the voice, and he's easy on the eyes. All good.) The sweetness of “My Daddy's in Prison” and her big voice. The pure beauty of Granddaughter of Someone Famous, the sweet sass of 41 Foster Homes (and almost that many children of her own...not that I'm here to judge, except, wait—that is why I'm here), the quiet confidence of Australian Cowboy (what a voice! my new boy favorite), the total surprise of Fireman's Son (I'm not sure how far he'll go, but I purely love when Idol surprises me in a good way)—and my number-one-with-a-bullet new favorite, my brand-new BFF Tyra Juliet!
Tyra Juliet, Tyra Juliet, how I loved Tyra Juliet! She had me at “hello,” or in her case, “My boyfriend just dumped me.” Loved her confidence, loved her braid, loved her “I'm getting on with life” attitude, loved her all-around niceness. I don't pray for things like Idol, but I do indulge in goofy twee wish-granting things like crossing my fingers, and I practically cut off my own circulation crossing my extremities for Tyra Juliet to be a decent singer. And she was! Not the best, and she probably won't win, but I don't care, she's going to Hollywood, land of dreams, where anything can happen, and even the mediocre become stars every day. No, I don't have anyone particular in mind, but give me a minute.
So, a good night, and even the usual cavalcade of mental health challenges, gender confusion, and acting out was somehow less alarming than usual (with the exception of Potty Mouth in a Tube Top, and I felt more annoyed with the producers for giving her so much of my life than I did with her tiresome underwear-optional self).
Of the freaks, I actually found Ventriloquist Boy delightful (and without the dummy, I believe he would've had a shot). As for Bring Back the Standards boy, with his school project and talky brother...well, here's the thing. As my legions of fans know, I am all for bringing back the standards, so you'd think this boy would be a natural love for me—but he completely creeped me out, and it took me a minute to figure out why. The unnatural pallor...the suit...the sunken dark eyes and red red lips...oh, good heavenly days, he looks like one of The Gentlemen from the most bone-chilling episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer ever!! (Brunhilde, back me up on this!) Scary, scary dude.
Tonight we're in my favorite city, San Francisco, and my hopes are high! And the fact that my four and a-half day weekend starts in about 30 minutes has nothing to do with my euphoria, nothing! (insert evil laughter sound)
Lady Chardonnay OUT.
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YES! He is a gentleman in training! And I agree with you that Ventriliquist Boy sand well enough that he may have gotten through without the dummy. Except I am pretty sure you know how to spell ventriliquist better than me and he is freaking creepy.
Maybe he even sanG well enough.
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