So this Saturday was the sixtieth Eurovision Song Contest, and like many years in the past, I had a party. I admit, I wasn't even going to initially. The party was something that Carl and I did together, so doing it without him seemed unthinkable. I changed my mind but perhaps too late, as many people I contacted already had plans. It didn't help that this happened during Memorial Day weekend, so there were many other things to do (like Bear Pride, or even a Square Dancing convention, which is where at least four guys I asked were at). Still, I had eight guests, and several crashed here for the night. It all worked out well, and we had two guys completely new to the contest.
My friend Jeremy came down Friday and helped me with groceries and prepping stuff. My party would have been nowhere near as well prepped if it weren't for him. And he kept doing my dishes, repeatedly! I have very few dishes to do because he kept doing them all! Thank you so much, Jeremy. You're a dear. He was even such a dear as to drive me to the store at 1:30 to get new cheesecake stuff as I fucked up the order initially and made this soupy chunky unappetizing MESS that I had to flush down the toilet.
I started to panic when it came to show time as the Eurovision site refused to load, repeatedly. I had to give up my satellite dish a month ago, so my only feed was online, and it WAS NOT WORKING. I, with dumb luck, went to NRK's site, and they had a fantastic feed and it saved the day. Thank you NRK! As opposed to the Spanish commentator in TVE that never shut the fuck up, NRK's commentator rarely spoke and let us hear people. Sadly, the hosts this year weren't really worth listening to. -_-
There was a lot less "gimmick" this year, and a TON of ballads. Some might have even called the show "boring," and I can see why. This explains why the UK got 12 points in our room, much to my dismay and the dismay of many others. :: laugh :: In the end I really wanted Italy to win (even if it meant a non-English song could win!), and it was Sweden who took the trophy, so the contest is going back to Sweden. Do they even have money so soon to host this again, or will it be held in a school gymnasium? :: laugh ::
The back of our score cards had space for comments on the songs. A selection:
Hour of the Wolf (Azerbaijan): "Twighlight just made it to Azerbaijan." "Is this making fun of furries?"
I Am Yours (Austria): "Someone apparently said, 'Yeah, it's a bit slow, so let's just burn the piano.'"
Amanecer (Spain): "Hot dude, bad song."
Heroes (Sweden): "Dude, grow a beard or not. Pick one."
N'oubliez pas (France): "She looks like my mom."
Face the Shadow (Armenia): "Is this a representation of WoW?"
Love Injected (Latvia): "How great would be if she just started moving around on stage, and it turned out the Polish chick in the wheelchair was underneath the Latvian girl's dress just rolling around?"
Black Smoke (Germany): "Nice song, but needs less ass."
Adio (Montenegro): "It's Gomez Adams on Benadryl!"
We had votes for least favourite too, and even then the votes were everywhere. Latvia scored the most (3), followed by a tie between Israel and Montenegro with two votes each, and one lone vote for both Slovenia and Norway. The contrast between the votes given on the night and our votes can't be understated.
And finally, pics from the evening: