The Eurovision finals, the annual kermesse of pop schlock, wedding croatia, ice skating costume designers, campy queens and all lovers of bad taste throughout Europe is a guilty pleasure that I look forward to every year. Imagine if the Europeans were allowed to create their own pop music without the overwhelming artistic bullying of Afro-American styles, Caribbean beats, Indigenous melodies from Mexico and Afro-Lusitanian creativity from Brazil? A frightening thought, and one that is brought to terrifying life every Spring!

On Saturday, May 24, the 2008 final evening took place. A long parade of mostly amateurish songs went by in a gleeful blur. But that’s okay, because although a true fan finds the whole show thoroughly entertaining, it is always somewhat tongue in cheek, and half the fun is hating it. I watched it on French TV and had the chatter of Julien Lepers and Jean-Paul Gaultier to keep me company. Here was my take on the proceedings:

When I first met her in Kiev, she said that if I wanted too see another woman on that trip that it was OK with her. I told her that I had traveled to Kiev to see only her, and that if we did not have a good connection that I would go home. She didn’t bring it up after that. I wasn’t sure if she had a confidence problem or was just not very interested in me. But the rest of the trip went OK.

We started planning our second meeting soon after I arrived home from the Ukraine in June. We spoke at least 3 times a week on the phone from then until our trip to Malta this past week. I tied to get her to come to the USA for a visit, but she did not want to go through the visitor visa interview process at the USA embassy in Kiev. She was afraid of it. We discussed her coming here to the USA, and I was very detailed in describing life in America to her. I made sure to be realistic about it. That she would have to learn to drive a car, etc. Of course, I was ready and willing to make all these things happen for her. I told her that Americans do work most of the time; it’s not a place where people have a lot of idle time. She seemed ready and willing to come here. She wanted to have a child with me and not work, which was fine with me.