Oh, American Idol. Every season I just know I cannot possibly invest my undying love and affection that I bestowed on last season's contestants...but it happens every. Single. Time.
My littlest dream came true last night when that goddamned my-dead-wife-glasses-wearing dork Danny Gokey's hopes were crushed by Seacrest's stiletto heels. Krissy Allen made it through to the finals with Miss Adam Lambert. Sweet!
Speaking of Miss Lambert, my darling friend Cyndy didn't know what "gayface" meant when I used the term at lunch the other day. (I KNOW. Funny, huh?) She even mentioned that her daughter (married with children) thinks Glambert--and I quote--"MIGHT NOT BE GAY". (Hold up. I'm bent in half from the snorting laughter...)
Okay, Cyndy and Katey: Visuals of The Gayface.
Even without make-up...
Don't forget the MAC LipGlass!
And of course, dear Patrick. Cellphone, cocktail and flip-top head smile.
The ULTIMATE in Gayface.
Just tryna edu-macate mah girls.
Oh, and wouldn't you know my yoga/meditation classes start up again NEXT TUESDAY NIGHT. Thank the Lord for DVR.