Before I get into the make believe stuff, first, real life congratulations are in order for this year's Emmy winners.
My pom poms were pumping powerfully in the air Friday night as I leapt to my feet, cheering like a wild woman for Greg Rikaart, Christian LeBlanc and David Lago, for their respective Emmy wins. Just my opinion, but they couldn't have been awarded to three better men. Kevin and Michael have long been two of my favorite fictional figures; a list that used to include Raul until some executive coin counter decided he was expendable and should pack up his duffel and depart the City. Of the few teens who represented the "young" in the Restless, I liked Raul the best and hated to see him sacrificed in exchange for Bobby. I'm one fan who wouldn't mind him transferring his college credits to GCU.
What with all the entrances and exits and new older looking faces replacing those that were younger and sweeter, there's not much left to like about the younger set. Yes, the scribes are working hard to make Lily and Daniel the new super couple and so far I think they're okay, but still a pretty fair distance from anything magical. Sierra and Devon are little more than fill-in material, providing their ear or shoulder for other people's problems. Mac and J.T.? Well, more on them a couple paragraphs down. Suffice it to say that due to my intense dislike of this coupling, I'd welcome Colleen Carlton's return.
Speaking for myself alone, because I know other fans don't necessarily agree, Raul's presence was the only thing that made Brittany Hodges tolerable. There was something quite appealing about the two of them together, especially in the early days when his sweetness was slowly diluting her surliness. Yes, she still had her unlikable moments, but the demise of that Brittany and subsequent reincarnation as the always agreeable Mrs. Marsino is insufferably saccharine, completely unbelievable and a sure cure for my insomnia. A reincarnation not wholly explained by that Marsino bun she's toting in her tummy. All of a sudden, she's all goo-goo eyes and sweet, sticky tongue because she has a man she can trust who loves her. Excuse me, but didn't she have all that before? In Raul? And it's been terribly tough for me to believe she's now so thrilled with being a puttering around the apartment Mommy when not so very long ago, so terrified by the possibility of delivering a little Raul or Raulina, she disappeared for weeks while she contemplated termination. I do agree, however, that she's no longer that other Brittany, the self-centered, sharp-tongued, pampered little princess who craved constant and complete adulation from friends and strangers alike. Unfortunately, even though the old Brittany often trod on my next to last nerve, this new one is even worse. Every time I see her vapid, cat-ate-canary grin, I groan at the agony her presence is about to inflict upon me. And Bobby, as her smitten sidekick is equally annoying. Not since the dog days of the illogical and ill-conceived Cameron Kirsten cadaver caper have I so heartily wished for two people's permanent disappearance. Come on Vinny, do something, anything. Put out a contract on their lackluster lives, force them to run to the Feds and beg for placement into the witness protection program. Just make them go away!
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. But they're not, so I guess me and the beggars will have to keep plodding along on foot. But, if you really could rub a lamp and conjure up a genie to grant your fondest desires, mine would be no more maddening Mac and J.T. nonsense. Mac nearly caused me to lose my meager mind with her whining and moping around. What does the silly woman want anyway? An undying declaration of devotion? A marriage proposal? Is chasing unashamedly after J.T., begging for tiny tidbits of his undivided attention what the scribes meant by taking Mac in a new direction? Ugh! The infantile way she's acting, the only direction I want her to go is the one that takes her right out of town. And unless Miss Never Been Touched is ready to saw off the rusted padlock and throw wide her virginal gates, what's the big deal about being J.T.'s girl anyway? They're still only going to hold hands and share chaste closed mouth kisses. Exactly what they've been doing as platonic roommates. My biggest problem with this new and supposedly improved manifestation of Mac is her complete change of character. The straight-laced, self-sufficient Mac, as she's been written to be, would never act in such a desperate manner. If they wanted a new character, they should have just sent Mac back to the Indian reservation and just brought in a new Genoa City girl.
I'm sure all have heard the rumors swirling like stinging desert dust all over cyberspace about Cassie. But since even the most allegedly reliable rumors do not always turn out to be true, and out of respect for the many fans who avoid seeing, hearing or reading rumors at all costs, I won't say another word ... until next week. In the meantime, like them, I'll just wait and see for myself what does or does not happen.
Genoa City Memorial was again the hub of most of the week's wheeling and dealing. Back and forth we swiveled, to the park bench and back, from hospital pay phones to the ranch, to Paul, to Crimson Lights in a desperate search for the wandered away Cassie, in Sharon's voluminous coat and huge scarf, matched with what appeared to be paper hospital slippers. And for all our diligent attention, in the end, after making her painstaking way to Daniel, Cassie never got to whisper a word of what she now fully remembers. Daniel was left to wonder in vain what in the world Cassie wanted to say. As for Cassie, she was very believable as the fever-ridden patient although I doubt any fan was surprised that her tortuous journey had all been for naught. Mommy Newman was her usual all over the place self, weeping, wailing, ranting and raging at people whose fault it wasn't and periodically winding up enclosed in Victor's comforting arms. Nikki after an inexplicable disappearance during which she left with Victor upon hearing the runaway news, obviously decided to hold down the fort at the main house since she never made it to the hospital. Victoria manned the phones at the Tack House, taking comfort a time or two on Brad's muscular shoulder. Jack, his own CI, Jabot and Abbott responsibilities still not enough to fill his day also briefly parked his luxury sedan at the Tack House to lend his support to Victoria as well.
I do think it was an odd time for Victoria to initiate a playful flirtation with Brad (yes, I know she was tired and supposedly hardly knew what she was saying, but I confess I didn't buy that weak explanation). Brad looked more amused than intrigued by it all. While I don't feel much at all as far as romance goes for this pair just yet, I definitely think it would be a novel idea for them to forge a business partnership that has nothing to do with any of the big three, Newman, CI or Jabot.
Taking a break from all the doom and disaster plaguing the Newmans, it was fun and game time at the Abbotts. The live in therapist wound up dining with her patient at the Athletic Club and made it crystal clear she would be amendable to being married to some influential American male who could magically make her green card problems go away. Although my mouth hung open in disbelief at her audacity, John merely giggled it away. I doubt Gloria, dallying nearby with Kevin, would have been so amused had she been a fly on the table and privy to their pre-dinner conversation. But instead, she and Kevin were making plans of their own, that of how best rid the Abbott Inn of Gitta. It appears her amulet may be the key to unlocking the pool house door and sending the superstitious muscle builder on her way. I had nearly as much as fun watching as it appeared Kevin had scampering around the Abbott Inn, messing with Gitta's mind. And Gloria was nearly hysterical with her talk of doors mysteriously opening and closing accompanied by inexplicable whooshing and whistling. John seems to be softening toward Gloria and I'm hopeful something will happen soon to bring these two back together.
Although Phyllis has barely moved in, she's already made her obnoxious presence known. Although to be fair, Gloria did start their latest round of bitter repartee. Not that I blame her, would you like to meet someone like Phyllis coming and going in your own house? Talk about seriously disturbing any sliver of peace Gloria might find that Ashley and Jack hadn't already disrupted. And yes I know, technically, it isn't Gloria's home. But until John files for divorce, it's as good as hers. Of course, Gloria really shouldn't take Phyllis' antagonistic attitude personally. Other than Isabella, herself a master mistress of manipulation, I don't recall a woman yet who Phyllis actually got along with.
So long Damonporter, and as expected, Adrienne. Damon's departure should force Ashley to lower her up in the air nose and press it firmly to the grindstone. Her return to full time duties should also keep her too busy to keep pushing her nosy snout into Daddy Dearest's marital matters, but it will probably also put her on a contentious collision course with Jill. Clearly Jill is going to be every bit the overbearing CEO from the hot place everyone expected her to be. Jill has never been one to stop power from going straight to her head and I doubt she's about to start now. It's likely Kay's intervention and perhaps misplaced support has indeed probably created a very big and scary monster. Oh well. It couldn't happen to more deserving people than Ashley and Jack.
So Michael has popped the big question and received a resounding yes! I really can't see any obstacles to their marital happiness so unless someone has a trick card up their sleeve, Lauren will eventually become Fenmore-Baldwin.
What's going on with Terrible Tom? My hopes that were once sky high are beginning to droop a little as the days go by with nothing much to put me on the edge of my sofa. Granted, most in the City have been busy with Cassie's crisis, so it's not likely a lot will happen until that is resolved. Terrible will probably use the time to get closer to Ashley.
Depending on what happens with Cassie, it's likely going to be awhile before any light will be detected at the end of Daniel's pitch black tunnel. But at least he won't be stumbling around in the darkness alone. Because Lily will never let a little thing like parentally placed keep away signs detour her around Daniel. The only thing capable of doing that would be Detective Weber tossing him in jail and tossing away the key. Which, being that this is Genoa City; a place where you are considered indisputably guilty despite such things as lack of evidence or thorough investigation, until someone else proves your innocence, that could very well happen.
For next week, I already have my hankies placed handily next to the couch just in case. Sharon may not be the only one shedding copies tears.
As always, the fans had plenty of strong opinions about the hectic happenings in our favorite city. So I'll get out of the way so their words can be seen.