Post-American Idol Blues
I know I missed a lot of American Idol in the beginning. Due to College Algebra (which I swear I will never mention again on this blog. Unless it is funny or witty, which Algebra is NOT.)
I know I didn’t watch the guys sing for weeks and had to rely on recaps.
But I have to admit I got really attached to David and David and Siesha and Brooke. The others. Well, not so much.
And I now believe there is still justice in the world since David Cook won.
But now that it’s over, I’m in a bit of a slump.
What do I do with my Tuesday and Wednesday nights?
I guess I could watch the dancing show thing, but it’s just not the same. I’ll miss wondering what Simon thought of it. Or if Paula was going to make any sense. Or who’s in the “dawg” house.
I miss cheering in awe (I heart David Cook) or groaning in disgust (Jason Castro comes to mind).
So, tonight I’m a little lost. A little wanderish.
I’ll have to find something to fill the void until next season.
Maybe it will be this.
Believe me when I tell you that I got flowers a note from a guy when I was in high school who liked me mucho, but me him, not so much. Okay, the guy freaked me out, I avoided him like the plague. He had flashing Christmas lights for the interior of his car. Honestly, the note actually had the lines:
”I’m sorry but every time I see you it’s like someone took a knife edgy and dull and cut a six in valley through the middle of my soul.”
I thought he was a nut case. YEARS later I heard this song playing in the grocery store and burst out laughing. Yeah. He had written the lyrics in the note. I had no idea. (I am not a Springsteen fanatic okay?) I still find it a little creepy.
But entertaining nonetheless.
I remember that video.
But yeah, a creepy guy is still a creepy guy.
It’s funny you mention that car because….. I remember one night long ago when cell phones didn’t exist after watching a high school basketball game I found my 13 year old self staring out the window of the Quickway gas station hoping the next set of car lights was going to be the parents there to pick me up for a ride home. With no such luck I found myself being booted outside at about 10:00(hallelujah at least one store in Driggs Idaho stayed open past 7:00) and into the sub freezing temp. That can only be reproduced in northern parts of Canada. Spending the next two hours pacing back and forth wondering if the 4 mile hike home, or chances of some family member remembering me was the best option to avoid freezing to death.
Now enter creepy music
But naturally it’s the old beat up car that you hope doesn’t stop pulls up next to you, in fact you so much don’t want it to stop you start to act like you are purposely hanging out by yourself in sub freezing temperatures.
But then out popped a guy asking me… “Are you Melinda’s little brother?” At that moment even though one’s first thought is why in the world would I get in a car with you I would have been anybody’s brother to get out of the cold and have ride home. I soon found myself comfortably seated in the passenger seat. At the time I didn’t think much about the Christmas lights in the car probably because it wasn’t long after Christmas and although the guy did seem too creepy the car was for sure. It didn’t have, old beat up van I am going to kidnap you take you into the woods where no one will ever find your body scary to it” but it was scary none the less.
Happy to say I made it home safe, and thank goodness for creepy guys in creepy cars that stalk your sister because I think they will do anything to get a chance to get closer to the ones they love….