So, the Eurovision semi finals were a mixed bag. There was Chinese take-away, cupcakes (I made them and they kicked ass, pics to come sometime soon), cocktails and good cheer, and some snappy numbers - on the upside. I always thought I was the target demographic though, you know? As the snerky British co-host of the telecast said (about an email he received) ""We are 4 gay men getting together in Basingstoke to watch the show", like that's never happened before!" (Maybe he was referring to the Basingstoke bit?)
Anyhoo, I digress. My predictions/favourites were way off. Two of my top three got through, and a whole bunch of my lowest scoring acts did too. Oh, did I forget to mention we had score sheets? (The official Eurovision Semi-Finals Score Sheets actually. Yep, I am that person.)
So, tonight is the Finals and then we can all go back to regular programming. Don't you find my excitement just a little intoxicating though? No? I'm on a self imposed media blackout until tonight when we get the delayed telecast. So please, if you've read who wins already somewhere on Das Internetz don't spoiler, m'kay? Just because.
So, this evening I'm off to the lovely James O'Brien's house for the Finals. Judging by how poorly I went with the Semis I think my chances of taking home the prize James has on offer somewhat slim. Eh, a boy can try though, right?