Project Runway 9, Episode I didn't watch it.

I was on a plane last Thursday night and didn't get to see Project Runway. Fortunately, the inflight TV didn't have Lifetime, so I wasn't even tempted to watch it. Instead I watched the soon-to-be doomed Tigers dash the then-to-be doomed Yankees' playoff dreams. Infinitely more entertaining.

I've heard through the grapevine that Bert was aufed, a week later then I predicted, and Anya won. Seems like she's the golden child. Unlike past seasons where the golden child came up short in the finale, Anya seems like she'll win.

I won't be watching. I can't watch tonight or next week or the week after that. I'm not sure how many episodes are left, but I don't really care. I'm done. I will probably take a look at All-Stars when it airs just to see some friendly faces again, but the show no longer holds my interest.

It feels like my love of Project Runway has come full-circle. I started watching it in the middle of season 2 when I happened to be on a flight to New York on an airline with inflight TV. I had heard my friends talking about the show, so when I flipped past it, I lingered. This was back in the Bravo years when all Bravo ever ran was Project Runway, so of course they were airing a marathon. I was able to watch every episode that had aired already in the season, caught up, and was instantly hooked. Oh for the heady days of Santino and Danny V.

Even if I'd had the option to watch Lifetime on my plane last week, I would have chosen the game. Ok, that's a lie. It took not being able to watch it and being forced to watch something else to break my addiction. I have an airline to thank for introducing me to the show and an airline to thank for getting its monkey off my back. Thank you airline industry. It was a lovely ride, but it's time to deplane and wander through the airport of new possibilities.