March 27, 2007  

Our weekly drink special is the delicious amaretto antidote, quite refreshing after a long day spent sweating out poison.  We also have a sparkling serum of truth, non-alcoholic and the perfect toasting drink for your favorite pregnant bride.  Care to buy one for a beloved sister-in-law?    

I’ve heard Sonny lambasted repeatedly for laziness, stemming from the time he asked Max to carry Emily up the stairs rather than play the romantic boyfriend and do it himself.  I cried foul—that was one night!  Maybe he was too intent on digging a tunnel to China that evening to whisk young Quartermaine up a flight or two.  Well, now I’m convinced.  He’s lazy.  He has his own little espresso machine in his office that is located inside a COFFEE house.  Sonny can’t even walk 5 feet to place an order for a macchiato and machine gun?  I’m impressed. 

Anyone else think Lucky and Liz’ conversation about waiting on sex until the baby’s born is just a convenient plot device for a quickie annulment once Lucky finds out he’s not the daddy?  I’m giving the writers way too much credit by assuming they might plan ahead.  They probably just think preggers sex is icky. 

It is hilarious that even Mr. Craig refers to the month of February as The Hostage Crisis.  I figured he’d call it “that time I messed up my business deal because I was too impatient to wait a day” or “my wasted chance to become the Saint of Port Charles by shooting Sonny Corinthos, Jr. in the head.”  I also admire Dr. Robin’s secret to a good wound dressing--press the same corner of the bandage about 20 times to get a good stick.   

Jason just apologized to AJ for stealing Michael.  I hear Hell’s pretty nice for a ski trip this time of year. 

It disconcerting to see Brenda’s psycho mother, Veronica, on the commercial breaks daily.  If Cooper’s really not supposed to be related, they’ve got to stop reminding us of the Barretts and get rid of that commercial!  I’m happy to forget Julia and Harlan.  I’m happy to forget anything that was ever connected to anyone named Eckert. 

How adorable is it that Patrick actually talks to Robin’s family?  He’s confiding in Georgie, has gone to Robert and Anna in the past for help in dealing with her various complexes, and is just plain puppy dogging in love.  I want to root for him to conquer all of Robin’s issues, I do, but…I’m a fickle girl.  If Nikolas and Robin actually get some romance build-up in this plotline, I’ll be torn.  They’ve always had a healthy dose of chemistry.  And if Robin actually doesn’t sleep with both men in the course of two days, it’ll be a new dawn for the GH triangle. 

I hope you enjoyed this week’s libations.  If anyone has suggestions for a good down-home Australian dinner that might just lure a certain Aussie back to Port Chuck for a taste, please pass it along.  We need a little more Outback on our menu than Jax can handle. 

The Gourmez