Watching Sitcoms

Maybe it’s just cause I’m sick, or maybe its cause Jason Castrois gone, or possibly its because the pimping has been so obvious this year, but I find I just don’t care what happens tonight on American Idol. I mean, I really, really don’t care. I want to watch next week, for the finale, cause everyone will be back, and I’m happy about going to the concert, for the same reason (I guess I’m getting used to the awkward group numbers), but I couldn’t care less about watching tonight. Whatever. But, for you, I’ll do my recap anyway. Try to enjoy.

Ryan says there were 56 million votes deciding the fate of the Top 3 of the “best season ever.” Does that number seem low to you, too?

Unfortunately, I’m watching this live tonight, so I’m unable to fast forward through all the stupid stuff. This is really gonna suck. As the group number starts, my husband says, “this is gay” and then “look at that choreography, huh?” I have nothing to add. I see Amanda, Chickezie and David Hernandez in the audience and I begin to weep for what might have been.

Next comes the silly commercial. Sorry, but my idea of heaven is not a Ford Focus.

Then we have the recap so we can once again relive the judges beating up on Syesha Mercado and sharing love with David Archuleta and David Cook.

Fantasia comes out and my husband says, “she looks like a freak.” I’m thinking of letting him take over and write this blog, cause he seems to care more than I do. He keeps talking, “Ugh, gross.” I’m just gonna take a quick bathroom break. And maybe put the dogs out, too.

OK, I’m back. Is this show over yet? Do we have the two Davids all chosen and ready for their big showdown at the finale next week? No. Darn it, I came back too soon.

So Ryan starts “the drama” by calling David A out front. We get to live through David’s hometown visit with literally thousands of screaming teenies. He cries. Then we are forced get to see what would be David’s goodbye reel if he was leaving. Except Ruben’s not celebrating him home. Apparently, they have to fill this entire hour somehow.

We continue the drama with Syesha. The crowd doesn’t look quite as large for Syesha’s home visit. But then I’m reminded of Katharine McPhee and her home town visit, which was about 10 people in her parents’ driveway. Anyway, back to Syesha. At least she doesn’t cry. Oh, no, wait. She’s does. Now we sit through her goodbye reel, with Fantasia providing the background music. Did anyone else notice, right at the end, when they showed a young girl holding a sign that read, Live Your Dream, it was an Archuleta sign behind them, not a Mercado one. Just me then?

We are back to share the drama with David Cook. As Ryan starts to speak, David Cook’s stalkers scream out “We love you, David” from the audience. Then Ryan brings David’s younger brother Andrew up on stage so he can stand there looking uncomfortable for a few moments. David’s home visit is filled with lots of scary looking older women. The little teenies were cuter and less stalkery. My husband asks, “Do you think he’ll cry?” And yes, he does. And so does his brother. (Or is he just thinking, it could have been me?) David’s goodbye reel is accompanied by Daughtry, of course, cause they want to push that there’s a connection or similarity there. There isn’t.

OK, here it is. We get to hear the results. We are closing in on the finale of this, the best season ever, of American Idol.

Dim the lights. America has decided that the finale will be (drum roll please) . . . David Archuleta and David Cook. OK, so is anyone surprised by that?