A great time was had by (almost) all

I've been planning my Idol Finale party for over a month. I spent most of the season envisioning the ticker tape falling down on Danny Gokey, so I've had to adjust my thinking. My heart wasn't totally in it since it felt like I was planning "Adam's Coronation Ball", but a party is a party. And the show must go on.

The thing that has kept me awake at night has been coming up with food for a "moment like this". The kids and I had great fun brainstorming ideas. The Menu was as follows:

Appetizer:
Gokey Smokeys (Little Smokies wrapped in bacon with brown sugar. All kinds of yummy!)
Main Course:
Adam Lambergers
Anoop Dawgs (hot dogs)
Ryan Seafish
Side items:
Matt-and-Cheese
Tatiana Tots
Simon Cowelliflower
Karrots DioGuardi
Allison Ear-a-corn-a (I know it's corny-pun intended. I wanted Iraheta Fajitas, but needed another veggie)
Bikini(girl) Berries
Dessert:
Randy Candy
L'il Rounds (Also known as Cake Balls)
Rice Krispie Allen Bars
To drink:
The Pool of Abdul (Blue Gatorade)
I only invited those who wouldn't mock me for being so genuinely into this crazy show and those who wouldn't taunt and gloat if Adam won. So it was a very small gathering.

We were all thoroughly entertained by Kara DioGuardi getting the last laugh with Bikini Girl. We felt embarrassed for Rod Stewart. We marveled at how Adam could walk in those sweet platform boots. And I showed amazing athletic prowess hurdling over young children to get to the TV when I heard Danny singing.

Of course, the main event was the announcement of the winner. I'm not sure what happened next, but it was shock erupting into sheer mayhem. All I know is that in my excessive celebration, I pulled something in my shoulder and now I am in pain. That can happen when a 38 year old woman pounds on the table and tries to do her old cheerleading jumps. Here is a totally fake reenactment...
I am happy. I love an underdog. I love Kris's modern sound and styling. I love that his win is just icing on the cake since he already gets free cheese dip for life back at his favorite restaurant in Arkansas. And I feel like his win is "sticking it to the man" who is the American Idol Machine. I've loved this season of Idol, but you have to admit it has been one big Adam Love-a-thon.

You should know, not all the party goers were happy with the outcome. In the midst of the hootin' and hollerin', there was a six year old boy crying his eyes out. Poor Jack. He's a rocker for life. Adam was his boy. I assured him Adam will be just fine. He will see those acid washed jeans and fake eyelashes again. I actually think I'll like him better without judges drooling all over him.

So, thank you America. Because of you, our Idol Finale Party turned into a Surprise Party. Surprises are my favorite.