Roni loves American Idol. She loves American Idol so much that she schedules her social life around it. We went out for sushi one night and she got very twitchy and nervous because Idol-time was drawing near. I mocked her all the way across 14th street, doing my best Dustin Hoffman imitation, "Almost time for Wapner! Five minutes to Wapner!"
She told me to shut up, but didn't halt her junkie-search for a bar with a TV where we could watch. She honestly believed that a sports bar would turn off sports to tune in Idol.
So, last week, she couldn't get home for Idol, and she gave me a chore. (When a friend is spending every free moment in a hospital tending to her comatose boyfriend and asks you, "Can you do me a favor?" there is only one answer: "YES.") I had to watch American Idol and text-message her the name of the eliminated contestant.
So I sat through the cheese-fest, painful as it was, and while I wasn't sucked into the drama (cough! cough!) of the show, there was a delectable piece of Colorado eye-candy to enjoy for a little while.
What a piece of ass.
2 comments:
mm, yes. too bad he got booted. or is it boo-tay?
yes, he's got boo-tay too. ;)
Ace... awww... I loved that little lady. Ironically, he epitomized the cheese-fest, too! LOL! I always have this sick soft spot for cheeseballs who are pretty, like Nick Lachey... yowza.
troy
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