On Our Way To Crazy

Can we please take a minute to talk about how lame I am?

I just spent three hours watching Fox. Two episodes of Friends, American Idol and Don’t Forget the Lyrics. I am pathetic.

I cannot believe I am into American Idol this season. I haven’t watched it at all since the first (and most awesome) Kelly Clarkson season. I hate this show. I hate the judges, I hate the contestants, I hate the songs and the band and Ryan Seacrest. And yet, I cannot stop watching. I picked it up randomly a few weeks ago when Aaron wasn’t home and they were auditioning in Dallas. I was flipping by, saw Dallas, and stopped because I am convinced that one day I am going to see someone I know on a reality show.

(Sidenote: I don’t know know Jason Yeager, but our paths crossed a couple of times in high school so that is kind of random. Except he wasn’t actually on the Dallas show as best as I can remember. When the guys sang on Tuesday I spent his whole (not so good) song doing the, “I… think I know that guy. Who is that? Why do I know him? Seriously. I know him. I think he was in some kind of show choir in college. No… earlier. I don’t think I really know him. But I kind of do. Who is that?” dance in my head before I finally figured it out.)

(Do you like how my sidenote is longer than my actual paragraph?)

Anyway, I hate all of the guys except the really enthusiastic kid and the hot old guy with the accent, and all of the girls except the one with the curly hair who plays the guitar, especially now because when I looked up that link it said she loves Bonnie Raitt. I love Bonnie Raitt! Clearly we will now be BFFs.

So I’m watching American Idol. Sad. But tonight I also watched Don’t Forget the Lyrics, which I secretly love but never watch because I don’t know when it comes on. (Hint: after American Idol.) I always tell Aaron I would rule at that show. But I am a huge lier because while I do have a ridiculous amount of song lyrics in my head, I rarely know the songs on the show. If they could feature a little more Counting Crows or Ben Folds, I would own them.

I probably would have watched the show regardless, but I knew I had to when, on the previews they showed during American Idol, they told me that BOYZ II MEN was going to be on there. Boyz II Men! I love them so much. At the end of the show they sang “End of the Road”, and I’m not gonna lie to y’all, I got a little emotional as I was singing along in the living room with Miles. You know that song played at your eighth-grade graduation, or as the last song at your prom, or in your bedroom when you and your sister sang into your hairbrushes. That’s some good stuff.

It’s a sad state of affairs when Aaron goes out of town and the best I can do for myself is wine, tomato soup, and cheesy reality shows. I would write more, but America’s Best Dance Crew is about to come on and I have to get ready.

(Just kidding.)

(No I’m not.)