You know, I was in a really good mood after watching today’s show, which (despite the presence of Sonny and Kate) was pretty darn delightful. And then I caught the news that Julie Marie Berman is leaving the show and actually taped her last scenes today.
I wish her well and all, but man. Losing her in the middle of the surrogacy story and Laura’s return is kind of a huge blow, to put it mildly. Not to mention how sad I’ll be if the recast doesn’t work as well with Dominic Zamprogna, with whom, let’s face it, JMB is kind of magic.
… and now I’m just bumming myself out, so hey, let’s talk about happier things! Like John McBain! And the fact that if he wasn’t already my soap boyfriend for his superior hugging skills and ability to perform basic Google searches, I would definitely have fallen in love him for his new habit of eye-rolling and mouthing along whenever Lucy starts lecturing on vampire lore.
Not to mention the slow look of pure, put upon exasperation he leveled at her yesterday when she announced their arrival at the top of her lungs:
(It’s really hard to capture the full majesty of this look in a single screencap, guys. I really need to learn how to make gifs.)
(But trust me, it was a thing of beauty.)
Meanwhile, Michael Easton was also demonstrating his awesomeness by hamming it up as Caleb in the next room over. Normally, this might be the place where I ranted about Sam being sexually menaced. You know, again. Some more. But his goofy melodramatic speechifying and fake vampire teeth are just too hilarious for me to take seriously as a threat.
(Note to Garin Wolf: it’s fine to have Gothic mental patients swanning around Wyndemere spouting ludicrous dialog, as long as it’s clear no one’s supposed to take it particularly seriously.)
And I expect tomorrow to bring even more hilarity. (TWO EASTONS ENTER! ONE EASTON LEAVES!) Plus some sexy Sam rescuing — you guys, I’m so unused to having any couples on this show who not only give me butterflies, but who the writers also seem to like and want to write for. I really don’t know if I can handle all this daily squeeing.
Which brings me to: LIZ AND AJ, LIZ AND AJ, LIZ AND AJ! Um, I might love them a little too much? Like, I’m not sure the amount of excitement I experienced just from seeing them in the previews for today was entirely healthy? OH, WELL.
I really wasn’t sure if it could get any cuter after their adorable interactions the other day wherein we learned that: 1) during their Valentine’s Day dinner she gave him some really good advice about Tracy and ELQ, and 2) he sent her flowers and called for help with another panic attack… and I basically turned into a happy puddle of goo on my couch.
But then today we got him giving her a report from his first therapy session and also looking at her like this, by which I mean, like she’s water and he’s lost in the desert:
HOT DAMN, SON. THOSE ARE SOME SEX EYES.
Oh, and this:
AJ: I gotta tell you, that smile of yours? It’s just what I need.
Which is both sweet as hell and completely true, because Elizabeth smiling is pretty much the best. I mean, her smile even makes Steve scenes not suck, which is a feat!
Since the only times I’ve ever found Steve to be even remotely interesting at all have been when he was doing sibling stuff, it was nice they were able to send him off to his maker after a nice Webber bonding moment:
STEVE: Well, I see us at the altar, me and my bride, and then I look at my best man for the ring, and my best man flashes her gorgeous smile and says how happy she is for me.
STEVE: Did I not mention that?
STEVE: Well, my best man not only happens to be a woman, but she happens to be my sister.
Aww! I mean, it would probably mean more if Steve had any other friends to ask. But still! That was pretty lovely. It’s almost enough to make me sorry about that big ol’ knife sticking out of his stomach… HAHAHA. No. Sorry, this is still awesome:
Whatever, Steve. You were boring and bossy and a condescending boyfriend and also, ORANGE. Vaya con Dios.
And now AJ will be there to comfort and support Elizabeth in the aftermath? I believe my co-blogger refers to that as a win-win-win-win-win.