On the final day of the Nurses’ Ball, I spent most of it curled up in a little ball of contact embarrassment, because I have a really low second-hand humiliation threshold.
But Liz’s hair was still pretty, Lucy wore my second favorite of all her dresses, and Epiphany and Doctor Obrecht — whose first name is Lisa, I just learned while Googling, and that seems too weirdly common (and American) name for her, so let’s never use it again — pretty much saved the day.
But let’s start of with the CHEAT OF THE CENTURY that is not actually showing us Elizabeth and AJ’s big number. I mean, really, guys. We knew it was coming — it was one of the only numbers we knew about ahead of time! And this is how you’re gonna play it? Not cool, Carlivati.
(I am somewhat amused to imagine the reason might be that Sean Kanan and Rebecca Herbst are just both tone-deaf bad dancers… in which case: I would STILL have watched the hell out of them being awkward and terrible together, damn it!) (Especially if that meant there might have been less time for Molly’s musical stylings or Olivia’s unnecessary potshots at Frisco.)
ANYWAY. That disappointment aside, they did throw us a bone — and a kiss — afterward, so it’s hard to stay that mad.
I don’t know what my favorite part of this was — Elizabeth’s speech about how the old AJ died and this new AJ was rising from the ashes, no longer bogged down by those mistakes or disappointments? The fact that having someone believe in and trust him was clearly the biggest turn on of all for him? Her adorable, joyful smile? The way he curled his hand into hair and just kind of pulled her in? THEY’RE SO PRETTY TOGETHER AND IT WAS ALL SO GOOD FOR ME, GUYS.
I would be shaking my fist at Felix, Tracy, and Monica for interrupting, but how could I be irritated with anything that led to this?
Best thing ever or BEST THING EVER?
Epiphany and the Revelations, you guys! Loved it, loved every bit of it — from Monica effortlessly goading Tracy up on stage to Epiphany’s quite frankly perfect voice. And the costumes and the song choice and everyone getting up and dancing… which, in turn, led to this:
Special extra kudos to Chad Duell for not only giving it his all in yesterday’s striptease, but fully committing to both today’s dorktastic dance moves and pouring his heart into a one-sided break up with an off-screen girlfriend whose name he’s no longer even allowed to say.
I also have to hand some pretty big kudos over to little Brooklyn Rae Silzer for Emma’s little faaaaaaaaace in shots like these:
No one can accuse that child of not committing 150% to every emotion she’s supposed to be feeling, that’s for sure!
(No one who saw my face when Sabrina started singing could have accused me of hiding my emotions either, although I’m pretty sure it resembled more the rictus of horror in that top photo than the glee in the bottom one.)
Which brings us to Britt. Britt, Britt, Britt… first of all: love the hair, girl. You are working those waves like nobody’s business! Would that I could say the same for your mysterious plan. And I say “mysterious” only because I have to assume there will be something more to it than just hijacking a memorial of the dead wife of a man who already hates you to publicly announce he knocked you up, in the hopes that would somehow make him love you.
I mean, obviously there is more to Dr. O’s master plan, because she is both fabulous and in possession of information about Robin that her daughter isn’t. But what, exactly, is Britt’s angle in all this? She can’t possibly have thought that pulling that stunt would endear her to Patrick in any way, right? No one could be that dumb. (Although apparently we’re now to believe that Patrick was dumb enough to have unprotected sex with her, so maybe there’s just a dumbness epidemic sweeping Port Charles.)
But anyway: forget all those qualms for a moment! Because the MVP of this episode — and of my heart — was downing wine, talking to a picture of her criminally insane baby daddy, and dancing like nobody’s business throughout the show.
(Do you remember when I said Lucy Coe was my spirit animal? Well, that’s still true, obviously, because: Lucy Coe! But, oh, how Dr. Obrecht is certainly giving her a run for her money right now.)
I seriously think if I could spend a day hanging out with any of the characters on this show right now, I would choose Dr. Awesome Obrecht. We’d sit around wearing fierce hats, drinking wine, and judging everyone in town. I’d commiserate about how hard it is loving super-criminals who expect you to help them with their elaborate schemes to wear life-like masks in order to get it on with another woman. And then maybe we’d throw on some disco and get our groove on. It would be amazeballs.
(And at the end of the day, she’d probably try to kill me because I knew too much. But still — worth it! Love you forever, Doctor O!)
So that’s it for the latest — but maybe not last? — Nurses’ Ball! Overall, I thought it was a ton of fun and a giant success, and if there were a few parts that made me squirm, well… that was kind of always a Nurses’ Ball tradition, too. Thanks, Ron! Thanks, Frank! Thanks, show!
Now can we finally find out what’s been happening SOMEWHERE IN THE ATLANTIC, please?