Daily Updates

Subject:     GH: Tuesday Update 9/23
Date:        09/23  8:17 PM
From:        Kate Barry, kbarry@cts.com

GH UPDATE: TUESDAY 9/23/97

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT...

...and all through Port Chas, not a creature was marryin',
not even Bobbie.

At the impromptu Q reception for the aborted BS wedding,
Keesha, grandstanding for her own PKSDT, badgers AJ mercilessly
to tell his family the truth about the set-up.  Alan and AJ
express mutual loathing, the one cruelly, the other resignedly.
Faithful family friend Bobbie helps out by milking AJ for the scoop
on Carly's & Tony's aborted elopement to Vegas.  Later, with the
thunderstorm adding lovely soapish melodrama to the scene, she
runs into Tony at the GH library and works him for more details.
Lightning flashes on Bobbie's face as she realises that something
is up with AJ and Carly.

Back at Felicia's pad, she and pal Mac talk plainly about their
love lives and make a pact not to interfere in each other's anymore.

Carly calls an old acquaintance from the nursing program, who's got
Carly's number but lets herself be bribed to play a part in Carly's
sonagram scheme.

IT WAS LATE IN THE EVENING, AND I BLEW THAT ROOM AWAY:

Sonny is gone, daddy, gone.  Jason escorts the wretched reject
to the hotel room at the Cosmopolitan.  Mostly he just stands
there staring at Brenda while she rants and falls apart.
Things pick up a bit when she kicks Jason out and shuts up.
She smashes a single champagne glass against the fireplace,
and sets herself to trashing the room, breaking all the gifts
and dropping her dress and tennis bracelet off of her body in
repulsion.

'TWAS BRILLIG AND THE SLITHY TOVES DID GYRE AND GIMBLE IN THE WABE

Kat and Bat did not hit the mat, but performed the most hilarious
dry-humping I have ever witnessed on GH.  [I was halfway through
it when I started pitying the hapless fool who had to describe
it for an update.  Then I realised that would be me.]  Do not forget
the rain, the thunder, the lightning, and picture our incestuous
heroes reaching fever pitch as Kat convinces Stefan that she is as
evil as he, and goshdarnit, they're only human beings!  Bat tries
to tell her his dark secret before he loses what's left of his will,
but she is in his face, bobbing rhythmically up and down, riper
than the odor from the PC River, and they whisper breathlessly
and urgently their angst-ridden desire.  He takes her to the
bedroom, they suck face hard, then pull away.  Stefan has
gas, or a hernia, or something, and speaks of her fear.  He
anticlimactically suggests that they just hold each other
through the night.

-Kate
PCMDT Auntie H. Christ
FGC Jax, Keeper of the climactic black speedo

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