Idol.

I'm not one to go ga-ga over a mainstream American cultural phenomenon. But HOLY CRAP, did you guys SEE American Idol last night?!?!?!



















I flipped out.

That was a truly great and entertaining piece of television. Big and bright and just cheesy enough to be totally kick ass.

A Burt Backarack medley, Meatloaf, Dion Warwick, a vaclempt David Hasselhoff. I mean World's Sexiest Vegetarian Prince was there, for Christ's sake! Gyrating and squeak-moaning in all his soulful, purple glory.



















I literally started jumping up and down in my kitchen during his performance. That was so effing awesome. Minnesota.

And I'm slightly embarrassed by this, but truthfully, I think I swooned a little when Clay Aiken came out to surprise everyone. And yeah, it made me feel kind of like a lesbian.

But look at his gorgeous HAIR!
















I'm not embarrassed to admit, however, that I have the McPheever. Katherine is a stone fox. I wish I had her boobies.

So last night gets a high five for entertainment value from me, on nearly every level. It was like a variety show circus for the new millennium. Slightly embarrassing, completely redonkulous, yet TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY AWESOME.

Soul Patrol, America. Soul Patrol.