You can’t be a virgin twice.
Well, I guess you can, but technically
you just can’t duplicate that first cherry poppin’ experience. At last
years GHFCW Dianna, Karen and I were the virgins. We knew that in past
years the EOS staff was blessed with the chance to act as escorts, runners
and general helper-outers. They worked insanely hard at helping things run
smoothly and they were rewarded with incredible opportunities to not only
get the obligatory hug, autograph and picture that every other fan would
get, but to really speak to the people we watch so intently every day of
the week. Not just as one of a multitude of glassy-eyed fans, but as an
Since we didn’t have the past experience
the other gals had, we kept our eyes down, our mouths (reasonably) shut
and our eyes on our own papers. We didn’t expect any special treatment
and every single opportunity that came to us were welcomed with awe, joy
and a sense of wonderment. I walked around the whole weekend feeling
incredibly grateful. It was hard work, don’t get me wrong – but Katrina
and Debbie made us feel so important and part of the team that the whole
weekend seemed bathed in golden light.
My second GH Fan Club Luncheon was so
different that my first time. There was the excitement, the eagerness, the
excitement, even the lust, but this time around I knew better where to
position myself. No one rolled over on my hair either. This time around
I wasn’t as apprehensive about getting to see the actors as I was last
year. I knew that I couldn’t manipulate or maneuver myself into
situations. And I was good with that. I knew that if I worked really
hard that things would work themselves out. There was less fantasy and
more reality. But the reality was pretty damn good.
I characterize my second
General Hospital Fan Weekend as my revirgination. Don’t believe me? Take
a good look at the picture above. This was not a photo op set up by ABC to
present one of their storylines in a believable setting. This was real.
Scott Clifton was peering out the window and noticed the koi in the pond
outside the Green Room. Next thing you know he’s out the door and yelling
for Julie and Lindze to come check it out. Out wanders Jason Thompson and
being the big snooper that I am, I followed. As they leaned over the
railing just as people, not characters, not actors, not soapstars, I was
struck by how lucky I was to be a part of this whole weekend.
I’m lucky, I have great
friends. I have a hobby that I love and people that appreciate what I
do. When I can contribute, I do. And no one ever makes me feel like the
weak link when I can’t .
My time in the Green Room
this year was golden – just like last year, but different. I can’t really
come up with any more synonyms for how exciting and special it was. But
maybe you can share some of the Green Room magic with me.
John J. York
Jill Farren Phelps a squeeze
and Jason Thompson
with Kim McCullough’s godson
Nacho just shootin’ the shit”
“Ack! Do I
have to pick just one?”
It’s only relative
Nope, not the same as the
first time, but maybe better. Maybe I could be the poster child for
revirgination. And I hear that the third time’s the charm. Hell yeah! I
am so there!!