We are on the cusp of summer, as evidenced by all the familiar signs: the trees are green and lush, the temperatures are climbing, people are shooting each other in Chicago and the season finale of "American Idol" has aired. My friends and I gathered for one last "Idol" viewing party, and we were of course rooting for our hometown hero, Lee DeWyze. Who cares about the Blackhawks in the Stanley Cup when a Chicago native could be the new American Idol, walking in the esteemed footsteps of Taylor Hicks and Ruben Studdard?
This is Peter is his brand spanking new house, making our dinner for the evening: BL- Lee's. Or maybe Lee- LT's. See kids, follow my lead and one day you can grow up and be in your thirties and eat themed dinners based on the names of "American Idol" contestants. Dare to dream!
Unfortunately, the camera didn't pick it up, but the toast came out of the toaster with a perfect image of Lee DeWyze burned onto its surface! Guitar and all. My friend Lynn was very excited and decided we should sell it on Lee-Bay.
Bob really enjoyed his Lee-LT. Or BL- Lee.
Anyway, we were very happy that Lee won and we bid farewell to "Idol" possibly forever. It just won't be the same without Simon. I'm going to have to find another persnickety British guy who enjoys stomping all over the dreams of the young people of America. Maybe Hugh Grant is getting bitter in his old age. It's worth a try.