Tabatha and Tyson are really talented - that's why Tyson selected Tabatha as his partner, after all -- so I was expecting great things from them. But they couldn't get past their apparent hatred for each other. The hair was a mess: the updo Tabatha created for the bride was too big -- it really did look like she'd forgotten to take out the giant Velcro rollers. Tyson's French twist for the matron of honor was helmet-like. And the mother of the bride had bad highlights that reminded me of a girl in my 8th grade class. None of it was good.
But, in my opinion, none of it was as bad as Ben and Boogie's either. For once I felt like Tabatha -- pissed off -- because once the votes were tallied, Tabs and Tyson were on the losing end. So now we're down to the final four. I'm going to get a glass of Pinot Noir to calm myself down. Oh, who am I kidding, I'm going to go through the whole bottle. See you on the stool next week (I promise, I'll be sober.)