There are six remaining couples. Two more dancers go home tonight. I’ve moved beyond the ice cream. That’s right, it’s time for the heavy stuff: chocolate.

The guest judge last night was my TV girlfriend Mia Michaels. She looks stunning in a soft butch kinda way with a hat tilted rakishly over one eye and a blouse that slides off her shoulder.

Chelsie and Mark are up first, with a sexy salsa. Lythgoe thought they were terrific and Murphy called Chelsie “beautiful dynamite.” (Uh, that’s good, right?) Michaels went on and on about Chelsie’s beauty, ending with, “I wanna stab you, you’re so gorgeous.” (That’s Mia-speak for "I have run out of words to express how beautiful you are.")

Comfort finally gets to dance in her genre, hip-hop, and with partner Thayne, she does a fairly good job. Much ado is made about Thayne’s smile, but he looks pretty fierce through most of this routine. The judges weren’t impressed, though, with Lythgoe commenting that they’d probably be in the bottom three.

Jessica and Will dance a contemporary piece by Tyce Jessica says she feels strong when she dances it and whoa — I thought she was a great dancer before, but she tops herself this time. The dance is hot and sexy and gorgeous and I can’t believe you can show something like that on network TV. Lythgoe calls it extremely erotic, Murphy blushes and screams, and Michaels calls it “perfect moving body art.” Amen, pass the chocolate. … continue reading

Here I am again, ice cream in hand, well in a bowl really, ready to see how they’re going to whittle two hundred dancers down to twenty finalists. It’ll be brutal but with a little rocky road, I’ll be fine. Grab your favorite ice cream (or brew, for you grown-ups) and settle in on this comfy couch with me.

After auditions in six cities, dancers arrive and arrive and arrive in Las Vegas. Cat Deeley is there again with her cute bullhorn (oh how I love a femme in charge) and even cuter shorts. It’s nice to see her dress down and that’s all I’m going to say about that.

They’re pulling out all the stops and putting six judges at a long table. It looks a little like the last supper only Jesus, er, Nigel Lythgoe, is on the end. Mary (Murphy) is there. (Wait, was she in that painting? She should have been.) The disciples are there too – Debbie Allen, Tabitha and Napoleon D’umo plus the perfectly gorgeous intelligent sexy Mia Michaels.

Here’s how it works. Each day there’s a new choreography to learn and each day, dancers are cut and sent home. First, there’s a hip hop choreography taught by the D’umos. We see a blur of dancers jumping and popping and peering through the multitudes of other dancers to see the teachers. It’s not an ideal situation for learning a dance, especially if you’ve only got an hour. Jump! Slide! Pop! Do it again! Huh?

Lots of dancers are sent home including Claire Callaway, the dancer who had the injured foot in season two and skipped season three because she had a hard roll, er, bun in the oven. … continue reading

Last night the unthinkable happened. My top choice actually won a television competition! In some bizarre twist of fate that will likely not be repeated for the next two hundred years, America got it right by voting Sabra Johnson their favorite dancer.

I'd love to be as generous as EW's recapper Adam B. Vary and claim that any result would have been okay with me, but my position on Team Sabra was cemented when she did her "Waiting on the World to Change" solo during the controversial anti-war week. … continue reading