It’s hard to imagine how Antonella Barba spent Thursday night after finally getting voted off American Idol. Unless, of course, you factor in a fake ID, 2-for-1 Bud Light specials, girl-on-girl dance floor action, skinny-dipping, the LA Holocaust Memorial, and a digital camera. Then it becomes a little easier.
Impossible to say what’s on the docket for Ms. Barba, who’s apparently more popular than Youtube and Myspace combined. Maybe she should shoot another calendar – just throwing it out there. I mean, we’ve yet to see Sexy Easter Bunny, Sexy Pilgrim, Sexy Santa Claus. And then there’s Co-ed Naked Lacrosse Team Captain. Soft-core Cheerleader Chick, Sexy Beer Pong Referee, Saucy Catholic Schoolgirl. Nothing but options ahead. And her fantonellas (yep, that’s what they’re calling themselves) would lap it up.
One thing’s for sure: how awesome is it gonna be when some lucky guy, maybe on Valentine’s Day, maybe on their three-month anniversary, gets to say, "Antonella, do you still have those thigh-high black boots from your finale performance?" And she’s gonna say, "Yes, yes I do still have those boots. Want me to put ‘em on and meet you in the bathroom?"