1.16.2007

What "American Idol" Means to Me...

For those of you who have been living in a cave, tonight is the premier of the new American Idol season!

I know, I know... It just isn't quite right for an adult to be so darn excited about a stupid reality television show. But, American Idol has been a part of my life for so long that I can't help but look forward to it.

The first season of Idol, I was in the throes of my karaoke addiction. I was opposed to the entire concept of reality TV and did not watch a single episode of Idol the entire season. However, I will say that my karaoke background gave me the groundwork for an appreciation of the Idol sensation.

Ryan Seacrest is the host that I love to hate. When he started with the whole "Seacrest, out!" thing, it sealed his fate as forever being an official tool.

And then there is dear, drunken Paula Abdul. Have you seen this clip? I'm sorry, but that isn't just "exhaustion." The poor dear is obviously not lucid. I'm not sure if she is intoxicated or messed up on pain pills, but something isn't right.

The best part of American Idol, though, is the social event that it has become. Starting in Bill's garage, every Tuesday night, a group of us get together to watch Randy, Paula, and Simon endure some of the country's worst (and occasionally best) karaoke performances, hoping against all hopes that they will somehow find the next diamond in the rough. Last year, we even had a pool, and each threw in $5 to bet on who we thought would win. (I didn't even have freakin' Taylor Hicks in top ten!) One of these Idol parties was the birthplace of the infamous "Shrek."

But, probably the best part, is that one year ago (technically tomorrow, since it was the 17th of January) I met Dave and the American Idol premier party at Bill's Garage. And although it won't quite be the same this year without the tool bench and power tools, it is an event that changed my life dramatically and I will always remember.

Some couples have a song... Some couples have a place... Dave and I... Well, we have a reality series. Love you soooo much, Dave!

10 comments:

Mr. Fabulous said...

I like AI, but every year I get tired of the audition shows where all these self-deluded no-talents take their shot.

I think I am in the minority, though.

Blogarita said...

I have watched exactly zero episodes of American Idol. I'll be watching NCIS instead. I'll take Mark Harmon and Michael Weatherly over the AI crew any day.

Jen, Fred, Jennifer or Mom said...

that is so sweet!! I had no idea you met in Bill's garage....must have been sad when they moved, huh???

JK...we're AI junkies too....it is our snuggle time in the winter months...once we get the hooligan's in bed....or most of them anyway

amandarama said...

That is very sweet. Mr. Scoop and I met in a bar. A dark bar with no windows and the kind of sawdust that's made of other peoples' shattered feelings and broken dreams catching the beer run-off in small dunes on the wooden floor. It was very romantic like that.

arthist99 said...

Awwww...that's cute! Very cool. You should let Simon know so he can come up with a special insult for you. :)

Polyman3 said...

It is a freak show, that we all love to watch.

Mishka said...

I don't plan to watch it but we do sometimes get sucked into an episode or two...I would say that the tryouts are the best part of the whole thing...haha.

Dr. Mike said...

Wouldn't it be funny if an illegal alien, over here on a work permit.. won American Idol? heh.

I'm a fanatic also, Em. I'm already collecting pics for the finalist pool.

My goal: To be a judge one day, drinking Shrek's making fun of the poor bastards that don't know they can't sing!!

LBseahag said...

i live for this show, too.

LBseahag said...

OMYGOD!
I figured it out, Dave is your boyfriend? I thought you both just had the same countertop!