The Gift that Keeps on Giving
I went to happy hour last Friday at one of my usual spots and it was so busy I had to park a few blocks away. The weather was gorgeous so I figured the crowd was there to catch the sun set over the ocean. Once I got inside, I noticed the place was full of young children and their parents. No biggie.. the more the merrier I guess. I asked one of the bartenders what was going on, and he said that Bob Rice was singing.
Friends from the radio station said we could hangout in the backstage (on stage) area with them. It turns out the audience was there for American Idol's Bo Bice.
I guess they aren't content with just ruining television 3 nights a week, but those no-talent ass clowns feel the need to trespass on my happy hour too. Since we had our own waitress, we stuck around for awhile. I figured I could atleast tell ol' Bob that I can't wait for his next Christmas album duet with Clay Aiken.
I didn't get the chance because chachi didn't feel like getting out of his tour bus until 90 minutes after he was supposed to perform, and by then I was already at the next bar. It really made me mad that he kept those kids waiting for so long. But I guess this primadonna rock star figures that since he got 15 seconds of fame on a show that's captivates millions each week he can do whatever he wants.
-Warning- Run-on sentence fueled with sleep-deprived angst to follow:
I hope nobody breaks it to him that the only reason the show has an audience is because 9:00 on a weeknight is the perfect time to capture that suburban couch potato audience that needs to revisit their former dream world of rock stardom in order to escape their present 9 to 5 hell in which it takes all the fortitude they have to keep from throwing up all over themselves due to the banality of their mundane lives.
While I'm on the subject, vote for the chickie with the curves tonight.. I'd rather watch her than that Kelly Clarkson poptart.
Anywho, took my tenth (and last exam) today.. so now it's time to party like a Duke lacrosse player.
Dev, out.
posted by Dev @ 11:52 AM
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Drink one for me ... I take my third of five today!
Dev
Save some of that party go lucky attitude for this weekend, when the rest of the lacrosse team comes down to scare some bitches on the beach.
"....catch the sun set over the ocean."
does the sun set in the east down in chucktown?
My mundane life is not banal. Trite maybe but most thankfully not banal. Weeknights at nine I am too busy getting caught up with the Simpsons' delicious season seven, commentaries and all. I am sure the ever clever Weeze will bring up some point of my being Taylor Hicks' Doppleganger so I'll beat him to the punchline and include one of my own minor observations. Enjoy the SOD's very own contributor, Bill, livin' it up law style in the Cap City.
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You bite your tongue, sir. Bo Bice is a great American.
His hit "The Real Thing" is probably one of the greatest singles ever released.
Yet another of your mistakes is that Idol comes on TWICE a week, NOT three times as you suggested. It only came on three times for a couple weeks at the beginning of this season.
In other news, America voted and Paris Bennett did not make it to the Final Four. Looks like it will probably be Elliott or Katherine cut next week.
Tune in Tuesday at 8/9c.
Seacrest, out.
Vash,
Peninsular Charleston offers views of the sunset in various directions.
Clicky
Strangely, one of the bars I'm thinking of in particular only faces the East though.. I'll have to do some research this weekend. Regardless, I totally agree with your point that I should drink a few and watch the sun _rise_ over the ocean.
Stone,
I thought you stopped watching The Simpsons after your best friend passed away from a kitty litter overdose... RIP Snowball II
I loved that cat
I just thought it slightly ironic that this was the advertisement running at the top of the page:
American Idol
Who will win the American Idol? Vote and download free ringtones!
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