the bach: finale.

note:  my new tv was delivered today.

but i didn't set it up...

for fear that i wouldn't be able to follow the instructions {ikea, please?} and the dvr would be unhooked during the precious prime time hour.

tonight i'm watching the bachelor finale with long lost friend rachel.  remember when we met last summer? {one person, two bodies}.  welllll.... rachel is in town from wash d.c. and i'm honored to have a slice of her hometown visit, if you will. what better way to catch up than girl talk over the ultimate girl show?

so:

reality steve said it would be emily.

... who was my pick from the very beginning, remember?

i would rather climb into a shark tank than climb into a recording studio and sing a seal song.

i'm always so embarassed for the bachelorettes make crafts for their boyfriends.... especially when my gut says they're going home.  that message in a bottle is going straight to the cape town recycling program.

rachel would like to point out the fact that {1}  the sloppy kisses chantal and brad exchanged at their hotel room goodbye was a baaaad sign. {2} emily is strikingly beautiful and {3} bachelor brad is waaaaay more attentive to emily than to chantal. 

whoa.  whooooaaa.  wwhhoooooooaaaa.

brad has a crazy, angry streak.

and for what?  did i miss something?

did emily do something wrong?

is this an indicator of brad's quick fuse?  is that scary?  i think so.

chantal looks like she came straight off a soap opera set with those dramatic feathers on her shoulder.  perhaps her parents house?

and she's so excited.... and so confident..... but she's going to be so sad in a sec.

i thought for sure i heard brad heading down the path of "i want to guard and protect your heart"

HELLLLLLO NEIL LANE!

aaaaaand then grammy award winning TRAIN sings the montage song.

epic season.

{p.s.  has chris harrison aged since season one? no.  rachel thinks he's benjamin button.}