As most of you know, last week I met Our Host Chris Harrison at a book signing event. Before I made a complete fool of myself babbling on about my hatred for green beans and The Associated Press article, I sat entranced for 47 minutes as Harrison regaled us on his greatness. Here is what I gleaned from that experience.
Houston—we have a problem. Even though my city is mostly under water due to flash floods and endless raining, there was a sliver lining in the form of a brand new reporter on ABC13: I’m a weather freak. Translation? Weather freaks me out. It was nice to have John keep me company during the wee hours of the morning as I curled up in a chair at my friend Emily’s
It was a warm, Tuesday night. I was sitting in my red and white gingham chair, my TV recapping place, waiting for Undateable to start. As I scrolled through my Instagram feed, something caught my eye: Here’s the upcoming book tour dates and locations #ThePerfectLetter pic.twitter.com/bNJ9iMJ00Z — Chris Harrison (@chrisbharrison) May 19, 2015 I do not live in Austin. But I know Some Guy who does. I immediately texted him
I can say without a shadow of a doubt that Our Host Chris Harrison is absolutely right—this IS going to be the most dramatic season of The Bachelorette…ever. After watching the last six minutes of the show (multiple times), I’ve reached the same conclusion. From the looks of it, ABC will have to wrap the remaining episodes in a plain brown wrapper and sell them by the register. Also, the
You know it’s going to be a good season when in hour one, a healer tells a drunk, “You shouldn’t call them hoes.” If that doesn’t say WELCOME TO THE BACHELORETTE SEASON 11, I don’t know what does. And if you weren’t excited enough about the premiere of our favorite franchise, Mike Fleiss has decided to embrace his jack wagon ways by flipping the inaugural cocktail party on its side.
