Have you ever read CityMama's hilarious American Idol recaps? They're the best out there and if you watch AI and don't read CityMama, you're totally missing out. I tend to agree with most of what she writes about the contestants and the show, but last year she was pretty vehement about her dislike for Taylor Hicks. I KNOW! How dare she? Taylor "the winner" Hicks! She even called him, "AARPie McSeizure," and, although I love Taylor, it was so accurate and hysterically funny that I peed my pants the first time I read it. So even if you don't always agree with her, even if she has lapses in judgement (she liked Ace Young - 'nuff said), she'll still crack you up. As an aside, I wish Roger would write an AI recap each week too. He's spot-on and just as funny with his comments while we're watching the show (later, on DVR, I might add. What? You think we sit through it all? No siree. We speed through the long, slow, bad parts and there are plenty of 'em. Look, not all reality shows can be as captivating and sophisticated as The Bachelor, m'kay?). Last year Roger picked Taylor as the winner waaaaaay back in January when America first met the silver-haired crooner when he appeared before the judges for the first time hoping to nab a golden ticket. After Taylor's audition Roger said, "That guy's gonna win it," and he was right. But Roger didn't make fun of Taylor's gray locks or jerky moves because although Roger's still got all his original brown hair (with nary a gray hair in sight) he's an old guy and Taylor's an old soul. Those kinda dudes gotta stick together.
Anyway, Taylor's coming to town so I bought tickets to his concert so we could have a hot date night. Crazy, right? We're aging non-hipsters but there we'll be, sitting in snug seats at the local concert hall grooving to some Doobie-Brothers-like, Soul Patrol beats and having a blast. Except for the few hundred or so times Roger complains about the close proximity of the seats (he hates this particular theater). And except for when I try to beat 2,000 other women to the bathroom (where there are only 6 stalls) between the opening and headliner acts (The chardonnay, it runs right through me. What can I say?). And except for when we kvetch over the sucky parking before (and probably after) the concert. But trust me, it'll be great. Do you think adult contemporary lovers stand during concerts? Because really, I don't think our knees can take that.