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PAGE 2 On a more serious note, I think the saddest thing, even beyond the people in the room who wouldn't know the WSB from the WB network, was that having these guys there served as a sobering reminder of the contrast between GH then and GH now. For me, Sean and Tiffany and Duke and Robert and Anna and Holly and Felicia and Frisco and Tony and Bobby and Rick and Lesley and Alan and Monica and Heather and Jeff and Luke and Laura (My goodness, would you look at all of the character! All having a presence at one time!) all represent the best time in GH's history. As great as it was to see those guys, it was also sad to remember blatantly just how good it used to be. *moment of silence* After that, some of the dining tables were broken down, the better to walk the floors, my dear, and the stars were led to the perimeter daises to set up for shmoozing, cuddles, autographs and photos. Oh, I very nearly forgot to mention that we had RULES. The two that stand out most in my head were "don't bother the stars while they're peeing" and "don't hand them cell phones" (blowing my surprises for Sherry Mercurio and Kate Brown, my intrepid soldiers holding down the fort back home, out of the water the second time, the first time being when the objects of their pending cell phone affections, Lane Davies and Ron Hale respectively, failed to show). The
stars in place, we set about our tasks. Being far more than simple
blithering, drooling, GH fans, we reporters had a job to do, so we decided
it was business first, then fulfilling our own girlly soap
fantasies. Fortunately for Miss Carolyn, our first item of
business also involved her number one Ted King. Look out. We're after you, baby. His line was growing quickly, so we scrambled there before someone who may have read the column asked first. As we waited our turn (blessedly, we were close to the front of the line), we assessed the evidence:
Then, in comes beautiful Carolyn for the kill. You have to know, looking at the picture, that Carolyn has this angelic, ethereal, gorgeous thing going on that wouldn't let him think for a moment that she could go from beautiful batting eyes to "Does it really look bigger after you shave?" in a nanosecond. I, your devoted reporter, was there to capture THAT Kodak moment:
In the interest of full disclosure, I have to say that Carolyn is uncomfortable with me posting this picture, saying: (actual IM discussion)
So, um, listen, those are NOT Carolyn's arms. They're mine. I put them on there with Photoshop. Really. No kidding. Mine. (You may write to Carolyn at carolyn@eyeonsoaps.com to tell her how absolutely beautiful she is and to inquire as to the exact location of her left hand in that picture and hear a report of the exact firmness, texture and warmth of where her hand was).
Although I am unable to confirm his reply to the question (I'm going to let Carolyn reveal THAT mystery herself in her weekend wrap up), I can tell you it definitely looked bigger after Carolyn gave him a cuddle and asked that question. I mean, Lorenzo, is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see Carolyn? The following are just miscellaneous pictures worth of commentary. Other not so commentable pics will be thumbnailed at the end of this section
Horrible picture (lighting versus old digital camera) of
Beautiful Kathy with Beautiful John J York (so yum)
Carolyn and Chad, looking like a matched set!
Da Mob never looked so good!
A
steely reason why one should not try to take pictures
Kathy with Ted a few minutes postCarolyn (he was still
Blake Gibbons with his Mom. I spent quite a while talking
Rick
Hearst. Not nearly enough room for all of the "hubbas"
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, so off we
went to score a coup. Before you continue, if you haven't read
Being a slut from long back, my
first notice was not that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring, but that his
fingers were long, of decent girth, I mean width, and had a slight curve
to them. 
