James got to have his parade.
And then some.
He seemed at first overwhelmed.
Everyone staring at him and all.
That lasted like half a second.
People threw stuffed dogs and stuff at him after he sang. Not any real dogs, though. That I saw.
He was wearing a dog toy in his pocket. Good thing I didn't bring Otterpop.
There was singing and stuff. Songs of great hitudinal magnitude by James, and people like the guy with the Bud tallboy right behind me. Who didn't even know the words. My god, he's singing a Journey song, drunk guy. How hard is that?
The last show we saw at the Boardwalk was a circus. And Nancy Sinatra wearing go-go boots singing about how they were made for walking. Which I wouldn't agree with exactly, not those zip up patent leather go-go boots, but whatever.
We're glad we helped James get his parade. I know he's going to be a huge superstar in the near future. And now we don't have to watch stupid American Idol anymore.
4 comments:
It's nice to have a special friend in show biz like that. You two are so close! And the closing photo really is nice!
Thanks for the great coverage . . . definitely better than any news or entertainment channel out there!
Beth & Lexi
I didn't think of it that way. If your fav gets voted out, you totally get to dump the whole show. Lucky. I mean it!!! LUCKY!
he'll do better on his own anyway. He can sing what he wants to, which won't be Journey, I'm guessing. ;)
This is cool!
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