So they're having another charity gala, huh? The
last time I remember them having one is when Ashley
showed up holding a blanket she thought was her dead
baby. Those things are always a lot of fun. Should
be even more fun now that Victoria and Sabrina are
co-chairs of the event. Can't wait to see what these
two losers come up with as a theme. Renaissance
costumes? Good God.
Wow, Sabrina sure seems full of herself these days,
throwing her weight around and trying to go up
against Nikki and Victoria. Where does this woman
get off getting in Nikki's face and telling her what
to do? Frenchy Morticia there is really starting to
lose her charm. I wonder if she has any inkling how
ridiculous she looks acting like she knows Victor
better than his daughter or the woman he married
three times before he ever even met her. She's got a
lot to learn.
Oh dear God in Heaven please spare us all from this
little singing midget that's been thrust upon us
unwanted. She's about the last thing this show needs
right now. Not too bright, either. Who the hell
wants to live in Genoa City forever? Somebody better
fill her in on what happens to children in this
town. And if her mother fell on hard times where the
hell did she get the money to drive all the way from
Seattle to Wisconsin? Wouldn't it have made more
sense for her to take her little prodigy down to LA
and audition for some Disney show? They could have
stayed with Devon's crackhead of a mother. I don't
know why Devon is so jazzed to see them, they sure
as hell weren't around when he was being shifted
from one foster home to another and made no effort
to contact him let alone help him. But then again,
maybe they'd met him before.
Poor, poor Nikki. A victim once again. She should
have it tattooed on her forehead. But you know
what's even sadder than Nikki and her idiocy? The
fact that the writers had the colossal gall to have
Victor express his concern for her. This, after the
man declared for all the world to hear that he
wanted to see her stripped of every dime she owned
and thrown out onto the streets "where she
belonged." His exact words. What an about face. Now
the show gets to tell us once again how right Victor
was and how wrong everyone else was. What a special
treat for us.
At least the week ended with a return to the time
honored tradition of the summer holiday by the pool
- of which only a corner can be seen, and a corner
where a floating inflatable dragon is inexplicably
visible despite the fact that none of the
party-goers were children. Nor were any of them
actually seen swimming in said pool. Good thing,
too, since as far as I can tell it's only 2 inches
deep.
Looked like a pretty fun party at the Abbotts',
although I wouldn't want to go anywhere near the
bathroom afterwards. The way these people were
tossing back the booze was rather startling. Amber
was downing those shots right and left and should
have died from alcohol poisoning in the first hour.
Both she and Michael topped off vodka with a cold
beer, and you know what they say: Beer after liquor,
never been sicker. But then again I guess if you
live in Genoa City you can stand just about
anything.
