Grease

OK, post one down and now I'm blog-happy. Let me preface this by saying I'm a very normal person with an unhealthy addiction to reality TV. The good stuff like The Amazing Race, but also utter drivel like The Real Housewives of Orange County or The Girls Next Door. I even got so sucked in to Rock Star: Sueprnova that I paid a ridiculous amount of money for concert tix right after the show ended. I'm so ashamed. The only shows I currently watch semi-religiously are TAR and AI, but if I stumble across a reality show while channel surfing, I will remain glued to the set. So that's my backstory on how I got to watching "You're the One That I Want" last night while waiting for TAR to come on (NCAA basketball sent everything on CBS into delay). Anyway, I had caught an episode or two earlier, mostly late night on Bravo while trying to unwind before bed. And let me tell you, I love that Max dude. Always have, because he always seemed like the underdog, and especially last night after he told his Bell's Palsy story. Should I be embarrassed to admit I got misty-eyed? I don't really care which Sandy wins, though Laura bugged me a bit because her kiss with Max was so awkward. But I won't hold that against her, so long as Max wins. Go Max!