Sixteen and Pretty.
I caught 3 straight hours of it the other night. It could be my new crack. It's like watching a train wreck. A train wreck on crack. I've been to some wacky bar mitzvahs in my day, but these parties take the freakin' cake.
What I find fascinating is that each episode is basically the same. The only things that change are the color of the girls' hair, the location, and what type of convertible they end up getting. Most of the girls have a Middle Eastern/Mediterranean theme which involves men they've interviewed and hired to carry them into their party on a litter. And the boys generally go for the Royal/Pimp thing; they prefer to walk themselves out of a Rolls, onto a red carpet and into a sea of 'adoring' friends.
There are usually several costume changes throughout the evening. There are always people who try and crash the party and are promptly escorted out by some beefy security. And of course, at the end of the party Daddy (I'm not being snarky here, they always call their fathers Daddy.) wheels out a black convertible (9 times out of 10, it's a Mercedes 'for safety'), everyone is screaming, the kid jumps into the driver's seat and says "I can't wait until I get my license!!"
I love this show.
Big upset on Top Chef last night. I was sure it was going to be Dave or Tiffani. But a fellow alum - sent packing! Oy! Haven't read Tom's blog yet, but I'm sure he has his reasons.
Oh, and GO HAROLD! Popcorn ceviche! Noice!