Taylor Made (It)!

So, I could do a whole rehash of tonight's show and talk about how "cute" it was to start the show out with everyone in white, do the requisite hometown shots, how cool it was to showcase some of the finalists with their favorite artists (Paris and Al Jarreau - great, Chris and Live - showing my age, I've never heard of them, Kat and Meatloaf - strange combo, Elliott and Mary J. - loved them, Taylor and Toni Braxton - she was a bit creepy, why was she pawing at Taylor?).

I could tell you how much I loved the Puck and Pickler schtick, I'd much rather see Wolfgang mocking Kellie than listen to her sing; I could tell you how entertaining the "outstanding nutcases" bits were, how much I hated the commercial and how adorable the men in black were.

I might say how awesome it was that both Kat and Taylor got new Mustang comvertibles, how I couldn't figure out which creeped me out more, the Clay imitator or Clay Aiken himself (what has he done to himself?), how old I felt when I saw how old Burt Bacharach looks.

I could mention how it seemed like the spark had gone out of Chris Daughtry's eyes, and that made me sad or how cute I thought Kevin was and what a good job he did, how disappointed I was to hear Dionne Warwick screw up the last part of her song and how funny the "Brokenote Cowboys" bit was.

Or, I could tell you about how awful Kat and Taylor's final song was (c'mon, they just wanted it to be over, they haven't fallen in love).

But, I think I'll just tell you how relieved I was that Taylor was (finally and mercifully) pronounced this year's American Idol and how creeped out I was that David Hasselhoff was moved to tears. I bet there's a story there.

This has been one of the most fun things I've ever had the opportunity to do. Thanks for reading and most of all for commenting. And, I hope you continue to watch American Idol. Every year is brand new. every season is unpredictable and it never gets old.