If it's Tuesday at 8, Don't Bother Calling
NOTE: The following column was originally written during Season Five. Photos copyright En Avant Photography, 2005; Used by permission.
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THE SECOND SINGER awaits her verbal assault from the judges and I am all ears. Slicing across my attention span is the shrill tone of the telephone. I ignore it, straining to hear the judgesâ critiques, but the phone continues its annoying call. Hurriedly, I check the caller ID and realize that I have to answer as it is a RSVP for the bridal shower I am hosting that week. It is obviously not one of my nearest and dearest calling because they know to never call on a Tuesday or Wednesday night when American Idol is on.
Yes, I am 50 years old and addicted to a TV program.
âMom, turn the channel to FOX; there is this great program that Allison told me about.â
How innocently it all started. Early that summer of 2002 we gathered as a family to check out this new TV reality show program.
It looked OK: no swearing, the girls mostly covered up, no off-color jokes or on-air vomiting like Survivor.
And could that Kelly Clarkson sing! Within one episode we were hooked.
Tuesday and Wednesday nights found us clustered around the television to cheer on our favorite contestants, and to moan in agony when the judges didnât agree with our verdicts.
Week after week, the contestants were whittled away, some deservedly, others not. As a foursome we leapt jubilantly from our couches when Kelly was proclaimed the winner over Justin Guarini from the Kodak Theater in Hollywood. Although we didnât make that first American Idol concert tour, we bought Kellyâs CD as soon as it was released.












