Know When to Walk Away, Know When to Run

It wasn't as horrifying as I feared. Mostly—just kinda dull.

Some bright spots: Elliott sounded lovely. Chris sounded lovely and looked lovely and was lovely and I love him. Paris was adorable, though she sang "live" as though she were rhyming it with "breathe." ("How do I leeeeve without you?" Uh, just go? He'll catch up if he wants to.) Ace gave his second-best performance and reminded me why I originally liked him.

Some disappointments: Taylor should have been a shining star tonight, and instead he earned Kellie's F word, i.e.: "Fine." Mandisa didn't stir me at all. Katharine's song (thanks, Brunie, for the title; "Bringing Half the Everest in Me" made no sense at all) was hella weird.

I don't expect much from Bucky, and that's what he gave me.

Kellie's song cracked me up—a little bit "Love Child," a little bit "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves." I think I'm so irritated by the packaging of Kellie that I can't be objective about her any more. She was—say it with me now—"fine."

For me, the Ryan v. Simon schtick has worn thin, to the point of oblivion. For every zinger that actually connects, there are 10 that are painfully stupid. I wish they would just get enjoy some X, have a little "encounter," and get it out of their systems already.

And I continue to dream . . .

Hopefully, Bucky goes tonight, and after that . . . it's all Heartbreak Hotel for this girl, since I want the Final 8 to sing to me till the end of time, even Ace—pretty, limited Ace.

Next week: Calypso Night! ha.

Lady Chardonnay OUT.