Another season of American Idol is over. Although Chris should have won, I'm glad it was Taylor and not Kat (sorry, Kat, but you forgot the words to two songs! Come on, girl. But your "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" was truly wonderful).
The highlight of the two hour show, though, was not the very cool performance of Prince, which would shock you if you knew me in high school and knew just how much I loved the Purple Rain album. No, the best part for me was Mr. Clay Aiken.
The way he came out and sang with that very scary boy who claimed to be the next Clay but who really can't sing well and is not boyishly cute but rather SCARY, and if you saw the show, you know that he peed his pants with the excitement of being on the same stage as The Clay Aiken. (I would!) But Mr. Aiken was all class, singing with Scary Boy like he was just another Idol finalist and deserving of a duet. Classy. The hair in the eyes is not really doing anything for me, but the suit was nice. NICE!
So, American Idol, I'm glad you are over because now I have more free time to knit. I hope to not get lulled into watching another season, but we shall see what September will bring. Those tryouts are just too tempting . . . .