Instant Karma
Posted on February 12, 2008 by David
My wife is an American Idol devotee. So much a devotee that she actually doesn’t even mind that I’m divulging as much to the blogosphere. No shame in that, at least where she sits.
As for me, I merely indulge her. You would too, she’s cute. Which is to say she watches it on DVR, and I thumb through magazines, occasionally tossing out derisive tidbits of hilarity hilarious tidbits of derision.
Our first AI was, of course, my first AI. We were on vacation in the Spring of 2004, pre-DVR, catatonic from hiking the Grand Canyon, and in a lodge with only network TV. I said that evening that Fantasia would win. I regularly remind my wife of my prescience.
I have tuned in and out over the intervening seasons. It soon became clear (to me) I had a knack for knowing what Simon would say, whether he’d like or dislike a performer. Almost kindred spirits, he and I. My derisive tidbits grew to mirror his. Or so I would assure my wife.
Tonight over dinner we had to watch it: the Vandy game was taping, and with double-taping, you must choose or lose. I liked the girl playing piano–she’s my first white favorite. My skeptical comments about the white Tina Turner also matched Simon’s. It may well be time, my wife and I agreed, for me to cross over to the other side and admit I’m a fan of the fucking show.
Within seconds came the extended Bryan Adams montage. Leaving the room making vomit noises is all the derision I could come up with under the circumstances.
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