Hey Ford, time to cut the cord!

Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE American Idol and I couldn’t have been happier when Taylor Hicks beat out Katherine “Fly me with balloons” McPhee (obscure Howard Stern show reference) for the title. But if I see or hear Hicks’ Ford commercial one more freaking time, I’m going to scratch my eyeballs out!! It’s on the radio, it’s on TV. If Sirius had commercials, it’d probably be on there too!! (Thank god for satellite radio!!).

You have to know the one I’m talking about. “I go where I want. I do what I please.” Good for you, Taylor!! So do I and I drive a Toyota!! A message to Ford: Your commercial doesn’t make me want to run out and buy a Ford, it makes me want to run out of the room or change the channel. I can’t imagine I’m the only person who feels this way. So, for the sake of them…and my eyesight…please scale back on this commercial. I really don’t want to be blind, so help a sista out a little bit, Ford.

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Elsewhere in BarTop Dancer-land, things are relatively ho-hum. Worked all weekend at the bar and went to an after-hours at the creepy “Greek’s”** place when we all got out on Saturday night (well, morning really). Strolled into bed about 6 a.m., got up at 11ish, went to brunch with Jill and Danielle and did laundry, and counted the hours until Entourage and Dane Cook’s Tourgasm. Exciting, eh?

**Just some background on “The Greek.” This is like a 40-something guy who lives in the North End and works at the TD Banknorth Garden (where the Celtics and Bruins play) as a cameraman. He frequents several bars in the area, moonlighting at the Bell, where I work. He’s not an attractive man (big bug eyes, crater face, curly mullet), but is a good tipper, so we tolerate him. He’s extremely touchy-feely with the ladies and basically thinks he’s a stud for hosting these after-hours parties in his cheesy basement apartment. We go because it gives us all a chance to hang out together, a rarity among people who work every weekend. Sure we say hello to him when we walk in, but for the rest of the outing, we essentially ignore him, drink his hidden stash of booze, stay until we’re no longer welcome, and leave. Minus The Greek himself, the parties would be great!!

How was your weekend?