S-A-S-S

Over tonight's grilled cheese:

Soraya: What's that? (pointing the Canadian Idol tattoo on my forearm)
Andrea: Um, yeah. I went to a Canadian Idol show last night. (Covers arm with shirt)
Teri: Andrea, why didn't you tell us? This is something you need to blog about.

OK. So my friend Maya thought it'd be pretty great if, for my birthday/going away present, we went to Wednesday's filming of the Canadian Idol results show. I was supposed to leave THIS morning and what better way to spend my final night in Canada than at Canadian Idol?

We made a very simple four-page sign — one for each of us — that spelled out S-A-S-S, for Canadian Idol judge, Sass Jordan of course. It's not that we love her that much, it's just that we couldn't think of any other appropriate four-letter words to cheer about in a kid-friendly environment, (they wouldn't go A-N-D-Y). We snuck our way down to the ochestra section, very back row, next to the telepromter and I was forced to sporadically jump up, hold up the "A" and scream without logic. It was fun but I was clearly the weakest link in the sign-holding. It was all worth it when Sue, the audience MC pointed us out to Sass (and the rest of the audience) with "Hey Sass, did you see that sign? You have fans" and Sass turned around and waved, "Better make sure all the Ss stay up if you know what I mean?"

Yes, yes we know. I wanted to hold this up everytime Ben spoke, but I didn't feel like getting yelled at by 12-year-old Mulroney supporters:

Anyway, I recommend the experience to anyone with a sense of humour and a love for the ridiculousness of television. You pay $5 to feel like a puppet and it's kind of nice, even if you are with the oldest non-parents there. It's nice to scream without reason. We spent the rest of the night with a bottle of read and eating so-so Thai noodles.

Photo: After the show was over, Ashley, the cute contestant who was booted off that night, cried on the centre of the stage while the remaining eight consoled her. Aww, they're so nice to each other.