My two roommates have gone nuts. Totally nuts.

Like me, these two guys in their late 20s/early 30s love to go out and have fun in NYC. Now every Tuesday and Wednight night (and Thursday too?) they've become shut-ins - each sitting in their room spending their night watching hopefuls make fools of themselves on American Idol.

One has actually turned down dates because "I simply can't miss the show". The other has foregone his favority hobby of sampling the diverse culinary delights of NYC and settled for some crappy Chinese food delivery - all for the sake of the show. Once the night's episode ends, I can hear them yakking like teenage schoolgirls about their favorites and their respective performances. I'm puzzled. Make that really puzzled. I don't get it. They're insane.

Despite their eager eforts to get me on the bandwagon, I've successfully resisted so far, much to their puzzlement as well. When I say, "I have to write some blog entries", the look on their faces says it all. They don't get it. THEY think I'M insane.