Let's just take a moment to bask in the Stone-ness of it all, shall we?
And then, completely ruining my Stone high, there was just a whole lot of nonsense mixed in between. Let's just get this whole Ethan thing out of the way first. Now, I love Ethan's character and think he's all kinds of cute ... but I don't understand what happens with this man's hair sometimes. Just when it seemed like he had finally moved past the half-bun ... you remember the half-bun, right? ...
apparently now he has gone to the local hair salon and asked for the Charles Manson.
And while I understand they're "mates" and all, why is Ethan asking to use Johnny's penthouse for his dates? Isn't that just a little odd and even borderline creepy (like, are they gonna get busy in there)? If a guy took me on a date to another guy's apartment, I'm pretty sure it would make me realize that I was dating the wrong guy. But aside from some initial resistance, our gal Maya seems relatively unfazed. So much so that, yes people, I'm afraid to say there was more of it. Yes, I mean dancing. But on this Day of Stone, I refuse to dwell on the horrific. A few deep cleansing breathes and all should be right with the world again. Take it away, Spinelli ...
While Lucky's trying to win over Siobhan with the old "my fiance slept with my brother" line, Dante and Lulu are dodging herds of sheep in the Irish country ...
So that's where we'll likely pick things up tomorrow--dodging sheep in the Irish countryside. And I'll be going through Post Traumatic Stone Syndrome. For as much as I loved that he was brought back, I can't believe he's gone already. And as much as I'm a faithful GH watcher to this day, it's just another reminder, like those classic episodes leading up to Brenda's return, of how good this show use to be.