I am feeling more than a
little cheated right now. Donít
get me wrong Ė Skye made a lovely bride.
She looked great. The dress
was elegant and still enchanting. Her
hair looked good Ė sleek, neither overdone or underdone, as is often the soap
bridal tradition. She finally received a proper engagement ring and wonít feel
like she has to buy an entire wardrobe that will suitably match that monstrous
Iím just irritated that
her wedded bliss was overshadowed by the presence of her husbandís ex. The cast of characters prowling around the church amused me,
but Iím upset that the wedding was as much about murder as it was about love.
Iím perturbed with her dad (who was the ONLY link she had in Port
Charles not too very long ago) for not being there to give her away.
Iím mad that her brother, who did give her away, couldnít bother to
stay for the reception. Iím
curious as to why she had to endure Sonny and Carlyís weird tradition of her
guy picking out her gown (not to mention his arranging for a makeup artist whose
ability with eye shadow compared to my 3 year oldís ability to color inside
the lines) AND IíM FURIOUS that General Hospital refuses to cough up a wedding
thatís really worth a darn! How
many more of these less than dreamy fiascos must we witness?
I want planning and anticipation. I
want real love with neither spouse-to-be dreaming of some other bedfellow.
I want the bride to show up, the groom to show up, parents to show up,
and everyone to keep their basic sanity in tact until the vows are said to
completion. I want flowers,
bridesmaids and a flower girl, a best manís toast, a reception, a honeymoon
and a month or so of afterglow. This
is the stuff my soapy dreams are made of (yeah, that and Steve Burton sans
t-shirt). I remember when a little
bit of happiness lasted for more than a minute.
When action and adventure combined with love to make good stories and
every relationship wasnít tinged with deceit, uncertainty or betrayal from the
very start (alright, maybe they were, but they still used to put on a decent
wedding day!). Why, oh why has
romance died in Port Charles?
Sorry to stray so far from
hair, clothes and makeup but I think that I was really set off by Jax picking
out Skyeís dress, even if it was gorgeous.
The most important outfit of my life is not a decision I could relinquish
the right to make. The rant
compounded from that point ;) and I couldnít stop myself.
Moving on, but not too
far, Iím trying to say one nice thing about Felicia and itís that Iím glad
that she is not putting on bad accents or calling herself (or Roy, God forbid)
by a cutesy alias. I also really
liked that brown, velvet-collared coat that she had on when she came to Skye and
Jaxís wedding and annoyed the hell out of me.
There, I have said two nice things about Felicia and I challenge
anyone to come up with another. Please
share if you can..
Sonny looked good for a
dead guy. Scrap that Ė I might
start ranting again if I think about Sonnyís faux funeral.
Carly has been dressing really weird again lately.
I think they have been shopping at ďLeather in Unexpected PlacesĒ
because every dress she wears seems to bear that trait.
Then she shows up at the mob meeting in a very vinyl trenchcoat.
It was nice of Jason to
have Brendaís escape outfit cleaned. Iím
also guessing that he picked out the little velour sweatsuit she wore while it
was at the cleanerís. I donít
imagine any of the other mob employees can really handle anything for Brenda Ė
sheís definitely a project custom-made for Jason.
To heck with the bidness Ė Carly has that covered with her Louisville
Slugger. Keep Jason on Brenda and
he too must eventually be overcome with uncontrollable and inevitable Brendalust
and perhaps tear his shirt off. Out
of Jaxís lakehouse and back to Jasonís safehouse you go Miss Barrett!
We have a mission for youÖ
Gia wore the ugliest
outfit I have seen in ages last week in Kellyís.
Very low suede pants with a wide belt and a dark blue denim shirt that
had large, wing-like sleeves. Iíve
said it before, but whenever I watch Port Charles, I canít help but notice how
well the young people are dressed. Alison
had such a cute crocheted sweater on when Rafe was dying in her arms. Poor Gia looked like a Halloween costume called ďSeventies
Bat Wing Denim Groovy GalĒ.
The jury is still out on
Alexisí maternity wear. The black
gown she wore to the wedding was fine but they slid in another oversized
button-down blouse when she was stressing over the amniocentesis.
All the fellas have been
fairly unremarkable. Except for
that delicious Coleman (yeah, Iím totally on the Coleman love wagon suddenly)
who just knocked me out with the 70ís style brown leather jacket and softer
hair when he was defending fair Daisyís honor as AJ stood by.
I bet he wears some manly smelling cologne like Old Spice and oh,
wouldnít you love to sniff that OldSpiceleathershampoo spot right under his
ear? I know itís not just meÖ
Signing off for now Ė donít forget your chant for Brenda to get Jasonís shirt off and e-mail me if you have a minute!