Lance Bass,
I will be honest. Until recently Dancing With the Stars was nothing more to me than another reality show where sports stars I wouldn't otherwise be able to identify went to breathe one last breath into their dying careers.
But with the inimitable Cloris Leachman, Kim Kardashian's rear, and, of course, you, Lance Bass, starring on this season's show, I knew I had to give it a shot.
And Lance Bass, after your performance last night, Tom Bergeron read my mind when he said why couldn't that have lasted longer? Lance, you and your rock-n-foxtrottin' partner -- Kat Von D in character shoes! -- quick-stepped to one of my favorite Cure songs, "Close To Me," (and they said it couldn't be done!), employing steps like "the gingerbread man," "Transformer," and, endearingly, "the prairie dog," and directives like "pee like a dog on a hydrant" and ended it with a devil-may-care kiss!
And I. Was. Hooked.
Tonight I'll be watching the third of this week's three (!!!) episodes without a shred of irony (alright, it's helped that I've been sick all week too), and I can honestly say I can't wait.
Godspeed you, Lance Bass. May you and Lacey Schwimmer rack up more points than David Hasselhoff on a breathalyzer.
And Clay Aiken, may you bloom and grow into a man as fine as Lance. And someday, if you ever do Dancing With the Stars -- excuse me, DWTS -- I'll be voting for you like your last name was Obama.
xoxo,
Tamar
+ PS: JONAS BROTHERS ARE ON DANCING WITH THE STARS TONIGHT!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!